In a barred spiral galaxy with about 100billion stars there was a beautiful world that shined bright. And the ppl on the planet was beautiful and rich in technological advancements. They had a space elevator that traveled to their moon so they could observe, prepare and prevent danger. Their world was ruled by a god known as Ruto. He was the emperor and lived like a mortal having a large family of his own and would eventually retire so his daughter a newborn god would rule. She was now Eighteen years in age and would be having a party for a new year. Her name was Aphrodite and she loved everything since the day she was born.
Far off in a settlement away from the capital a young girl would come home from schooling. Her name was Cinta. She would play with all of her friends of similar age and when the day turned to evening she would go home to her family. They would always prepare a feast and appreciate the life they were given with a moment of silence and prayer to God. This was the norm on the world. What a beautiful world. The name of this planet was called Light.
Cinta was plagued with anxiety and had issues understanding lessons of cosmic power. They would call this power ingenuitive and creative giving it the name Magic. It was a good way to help the natives understand the laws of the universe and history and how things worked and further their knowledge in life as they knew it. The young girl would be troubled but did not have her parents attend and comfort her. She was stubborn and independent. But this independence invited trouble in her heart. It's a dangerous thing to be left alone with your own thoughts and she had a lot of dark thoughts.
The next day she was quieter than usual. She was lacking in her lessons and could not focus. Her thoughts grow darker and darker. She would come from school and play with the children less and less. Her parents would notice her depression but when they approach her about it she would shrug it off.
One night she would be overcome with dark thoughts. Struggling with the pain she'd call out to her parents in the night but her words did not escape the room. Like an eternity she curl in her bed and succumb to these intense emotions.
Cinta rises and as her stiletto shown in the room so did a blade. A thought. Held to her throat. And in her mind she'd hear the words of lamentation. But one thought popped into her mind. A scary thought. One that would trigger the darkness that has become something more than just mundane. It's become the end to the world of light.