On the edge of dawn and midnight, a robed priest trembles at diamond- winged seraphs and obsidian demons locked in eternal fight. Guardians of pearly gates, haloed in starlight, wield azure flame swords while crimson legions from magma depths seek infamy in scarlet halls of night. Cosmic balance hangs by gossamer threads as good and evil clash, each soul a kaleidoscope where light and darkness crash. Celestial choirs raise crystal voices against demons' roar, the righteous and fallen wage never- ending war. Heaven's aurora shines above, Hell's fire burns below. Where will lost souls go? Archangels in platinum armor face lords of sin in smoke- black mail, each victory and defeat feeds the cosmic scale. Pray for strength when darkness seems to extinguish hope's candle. Remember a spark of faith can pierce night blacker than a devil's sandal. Warriors of virtue stand against onyx tides while tempters whisper promises of glittering power. The choice lies in each heart to soar or dive in this hue- painted struggle. Between realms of ecstasy and pain, the rainbow battle rages. Which path will your prism soul choose?