One evening, long ago, just as the Sun sinks below the horizon, the Night Sky snatches a spark of its light, a fraction of  fraction of the arrogant star's power, too small be noticed. The spark is nurtured, incomplete and empty as it is, until the machinations of a god allied to the Night avail a mind ready and able, if not completely willing, to play this role. The mind is intertwined with the spark, and sent streaking down to the mortal world, safely hidden among a perfectly ordinary meteor shower.

One evening, long ago, just as the Sun sinks below the horizon, the Night Sky snatches a spark of its light, a fraction of  fraction of the arrogant star's power, too small be noticed. The spark is nurtured, incomplete and empty as it is, until the machinations of a god allied to the Night avail a mind ready and able, if not completely willing, to play this role. The mind is intertwined with the spark, and sent streaking down to the mortal world, safely hidden among a perfectly ordinary meteor shower.

One evening, long ago, just as the Sun sinks below the horizon, the Night Sky snatches a spark of its light, a fraction of a fraction of the arrogant star's power, too small be noticed. The spark is nurtured, incomplete and empty as it is, until the machinations of a god allied to the Night avail a mind ready and able, if not completely willing, to play this role. The mind is intertwined with the spark, and sent streaking down to the mortal world, safely hidden among a perfectly ordinary meteor shower.

One evening, long ago, just as the Sun sinks below the horizon, the Night Sky snatches a spark of its light, a fraction of a fraction of the arrogant star's power, too small to be noticed. The spark is nurtured, incomplete and empty as it is, until the machinations of a god allied to the Night avail a mind ready and able, if not completely willing, to play this role. The mind is intertwined with the spark, and sent streaking down to the mortal world, safely hidden among a perfectly ordinary meteor shower.