It began with darkness. A cold and chilling darkness, one where you wonder might be lurking in the shadows nearby. It was a night not all that uncommon in the wasteland of a town on in the middle of nowhere where. The only thing interesting about it was the landscape. The town was surrounded by a mountain range, a large bowl filled nothing but trees, shacks, and a few dozen people.

There had been legends about how the bowl was formed; stories of giants using it as a fight pit, or that god drank his soup from it. As science progressed, though, the stories slowly died off into nothing but something children would argue about in school yards and hear about from picture book.

Then that night when one of those children ventured into the forest on a dare. She looked for what was rumoured to be a lever, and she was to pull it and see what happened.

She was blinded, both literally and figuratively. The trees, the grass, the ground itself began to glow an unearthly golden. As if the stars had been milked of their light and bestowed upon the forest.

The people of the town came out to see the wondrous beauty. Amazed and entranced by it for hours until it suddenly shut off at sunrise. They called it the ‘Golden Night’ and never really spoke of it again. Mostly because, the little girl never came back. Whatever she had done, they were scared of what it meant. It had shone a beam of light, a beacon, high into the night sky, as if calling someone.