Pilgrims Of The Dying World

Once there was a Thief who wished to be a hero. For that, he stole the most important thing in the world. Clad in black amidst the countless stars he was holding a shiny blue sphere. The next second a pale white hand crushed his body and soul, and only a tiny fraction of his True Meaning managed to escape to the Sealed Universe. The Blue Sphere was lost. _____________________________________________