It is dark. The rocks around him are dark. The sky is dark. The smoke in the air is dark. It's all... terribly dull. But ▟▀▇░▀▍, a young man now, presses on through the cavern as he pulls his cloak closer for warmth. Its so far from the golden skies he and his sister rule, not unlike the dark side of the moon. Above, shattered rocks float through the cosmos.

It's a bitter cold.