The night sky was in every way peculiar.
Dark, vast and incomprehensible. It stretched, seeming endless in its sheer scale.
In the night sky, blinking hues of multiple colors intertwined, basking the world below with a fragile sense of serenity.
It was under this night sky that Maxwell stood, looking up above, admiring the sight of these countless stars, enjoying the serenity that came with this ever-warming sense of peace.
However, in the next moment, the serenity shattered as the darkness surrounding the sky grew thick.
The darkness of the night stretched forth, consuming the stars in the sky, snuffing the colorful lights out one by one.
Immediately, Maxwell felt a non-subtle pang of apprehension as he frowned, steadying his posture.
With squinted eyes, he gazed above.
All the stars had been consumed by the darkness, leaving only the pale glow of the cleaved moon to rain down on a dark world.
Maxwell's frown deepened as he regarded the only source of light left.
