It was dark, as always had been. It was always night in that world. The moon was black as night, and the sun was dead. Below that dark, starlit sky, many small, isolated tribes lived under the canopy of blackness.

Legends spoke of different times, long ago. Once there was a world of light and color. But over time, the humans took their world for granted. They became obsessed with the banal, the superficial and the unimportant; their minds became closed and torpid. As a species that slowly grew to dominate the entire world, they soon turned their world to darkness with their wars and fighting. Their gaze became glassy and unfocussed. Then, just as slowly as they emerged, they became another page in history.

Those that surpassed them in the dark worlds talked about a mechanical sphere, cast aside. It was said that whomever could find this sphere would be the one fated to bring a great utopia to the planet Earth. Many quests had gone to uncover the last invention of humanity, but all had the same outcome. One day, a wolfman from one of the tribes went out to seek his future. In days past, one might have called this a Vision Quest, but under that dark canopy of stars, there was no word for it.

Along his way, he came to a long valley, so large that the north and south ends were beyond his vision. Feeling a strong urge to explore its vast reaches, he set off in a northernly direction. A raven, black as the sky above, circled overhead before it too, went north. He didn't know how far he walked in that great valley. It stretched onwards as he spent days walking northwards.

Only when the ground beneath him started to rise and fall in low hills did he try to survey his surroundings. It was a desolate land, black as the sky above. Skeletons of strange dwellings could sometimes be seen, black and deteriorating with age. Then one day, his travels took a different turn. All around him were mountains, black as the night, but he stood on an alpine plain. This plateau stretched far into the distance, rising and falling in the distance. But at the end of these hills, a towering mountain reached higher still into the night. In the gloom, the mountainside gave the impression of someone sleeping in calm repose, though he had never seen such a creature depicted before. The black mountain seemed to sparkle in unison to the starlight above. To his left, there was a black mountain, even darker than the blackness all around him. Yet on that giant black cone, something winked out from the peak, like a star had fallen from the sky.

The climb was treacherous. The darker than night butte was nothing more than a pile of loose rock the whole way up. Some were the size of a grain of sand. Many were the size of his head. Some were larger than he was. He traveled lightly, slipping every now and then, but finally, he reached the top of the conical mound. Situated at the very top of the blacker than black mound, a round object had been placed, its clear glassy surface reflecting the starlight above.

The wolfman had never seen anything like the round object. Clearer than water, perfectly round, flawless, the orb sat on top of that great black rock. The wolfman examined the sphere, touching it, holding it. It was large as a boulder, and when held to the sky, caught the starlight in its limpid interior. The wolfman blew on the sphere, holding it to the sky. All at once, the sphere started radiating a bright light. He gazed at it surprised and curious. The white light split into its principle colors and arced into the sky, a dazzling rainbow against the inky blackness, that seemed not to dark. As he watched, the sky grew lighter, the eastern horizon coming alive with reds, yellows, and finally blue. The color spread from the sky to the earth as both earth and sky welcomed the first new day. It was then the wolfman realized what he held. It was the Sphere of Light, told to bring an everlasting peace to Earth, and he had brought color back to the world.