Light — Dark

In the center of the ruins, a man stood blinking at the brightness. He didn't know who he was or how he had gotten there. He only knew that for the first time in his life, his shadow was sharp, black, and perfectly clear.

Elias was a scavenger, a "Lamp-Lighter" who risked the suffocating outer wastes to find forgotten caches of old-world illumination. One evening, while digging through the ruins of a subterranean observatory, his shovel struck something that didn't feel like stone or lead. Dark Light

He didn't hesitate. He smashed the sphere against the stone floor. In the center of the ruins, a man

He cleared the dust to reveal a sphere of obsidian. It was cold—impossibly cold—and it felt as though it were pulling the heat from his very fingertips. But as he touched it, the sphere began to pulse. It didn't glow with the amber warmth of the mining crystals. Instead, it emitted a violet, shimmering radiance that seemed to cast "darker" shadows than the surrounding gloom. This was "Dark Light." Elias was a scavenger, a "Lamp-Lighter" who risked