Far west of the continent. There was a vast country surrounded by desert. The country was enveloped in a lapis lazuli-colored shimmer, and the people who lived there were the ones who handed down the beginning of the world. It is said that this country was first illuminated by light when a ray of light born from darkness gradually spread and brought the sun to this world.

That light spread throughout the world, saving people from the horrors of darkness. However, night does not exist in this country. ”The darkness of the world was absorbed by this country," said the queen of this country.

The throne was dark and underground, protecting her from the sun that scorched her skin. When I told the queen about the steward of the dawn bells who served the night, she leaned forward to listen.

A cool breeze gently brushed her cheek.