Once upon a time, in a time that even your School History Book would even ignore, lived a Roman-Leïla. Princess of the galaxy, Leïla ruled over all alive civilisations - she had only one regret, that she would never had enough of her own life to be able to shake everybody's hands - what is the point to rule people if you will never be able to meet all of them? This is non sense but the world was too beautiful, too Mignon.