Long time ago, there was nothing but darkness. It was like an empty abyss, with no life… no… anything. This darkness was named Duisternis, a god that was as pitch black as the night. He liked the dark, rather keeping it this way for all of eternity. However, a problem arose for him. Inside of him were tiny bits of light, trapped inside of his body. It laid in the bottom depths of his cold heart, thumping and pounding wildly to break free of his prison. Duisternis feared this light, staying completely awake for as long as he can. This tired him, staying up for eons on end. Eventually, sleep caught up to him, sucking him dry. He slept soundly, forgetting about what he was trying to protect. The light took this as an opportunity to break free,
