Night enveloped the sky, glistening blue poisoned by the dark substance. Its strength was undeniable, light shuddered in fear at its power. With each hour it grew, it’s confidence brewing until it spewed sparkling stars, dangling from its domain. Mocking the world that could only shrivel at its omnipotence. The sun grew tired, exhausted at the night’s constant boast of power. Sneaking tendrils into the sky, golden threads began to cleanse the world. No, the night couldn’t allow this. Fighting back, it pushed at the light, denial cursing through its mind. Dawn, a time of sorrow, a time of beginning.