Every dawn, as the first whispers of sunlight kissed the horizon, a being named Rosalia would take flight to deliver the world it’s light.

Her wings sliced through the cool morning air, sending a shiver down her spine which rattled her bones. Rosalia tightened her grip around the glowing crystal ball, filled with the light of the glowing stars. Her everyday task was simple but vital— deliver light to the world.

As she continued on soaring through the sky, the crystal’s glowing intensified, the light from it refracting into vivid streaks, signaling they where close to the first tower.

Soaring a little higher, she spotted the gaint spiraling tower, its spire stretching far into the sky and piercing the clouds. With one graceful swoop, she landed on its rocky top, placing the crystal securely on top of the tower. The moment it touched the stone, brilliant light of all colors erupted, spreading across the land below.

Rosalia smiled, knowing her work was done. She flew on, traveling from tower to tower, filling the world with light until the last glow faded into the night. Until tomorrow.