In a village where shadows and wonders entwine,

A tale of great import through the ages did shine.

Of a balance most delicate, weaving through fate,

Binding the essence of worlds, a harmony great.

This is the tale of the Warped Sun,

Of light and of dark, where the threads come undone.

For centuries long, in a dance they did play,

Bringing hope to the hearts that would wander and sway.

Fair dreams blossomed forth ‘neath a radiant sphere,

While the wishes of monsters took wing on the air.

Yet a shadow, foreboding, now darkens the skies,

If the scales were to tip, a great curse would arise.

Once the sun wore its crown with a glorious gleam,

Now smoldering fury, it threatens to beam.

The earth will tremble, and sorrow will fall,

As the ground, torn asunder, responds to the call.

In that moment of stillness, when breath would be none,

Where laughter once flourished, silence shall run.

But fear not, dear souls, for within the storm's roar,

Three heroes shall rise, with courage to soar.

The Goat, in its wandering, seeks out a spark,

A flicker of hope in the depths of the dark.

The Dragon, with dreams that await their bright dawn,

And the vessel of shadows, with wishes to spawn.

United they stand ‘gainst the tempest that reigns,

A promise to banish what sorrow detains.

To restore the fine balance of light and of shade,

And breathe life to the world that the darkness has frayed.

So let the tale continue, with valor in hand,

Of courage, of balance, ‘neath a justice so grand.

Thus begins the new saga, a quest ever true,

Where dark can emerge, and the light shall shine through.