It was around dusk at its pinnacle, because there was no light to give the term ‘dawn’ as it does not exist in such a world. There are floating islands that are made of stardust. Folly, born with a tragic fate as a orphan, thrived to become the prince of light: soon to grow up and try to extinguish the inherent conflict that had been going for years as an individual, but his goal would not be that easy. Would he ever accomplish it?