Light is a form of peace and healing. And a land with thousands, maybe millions of lights exist. The stars always shining in their presents, the buildings of citys, lakes, forests exactly how they wanted it. Nothing stops what must create, nothing stops what must be Divine.

However, not everyone's work station can be perfect. Hanging scrolls drape from the ceiling, as the stain glass windows shine a rainbow on the paper. The scrolls go over and over with sketches, not quite right. Making the scrolls have to go back to being blank, and scribbled over again with Pine's pencil.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. Scribble, scribble, scribble.

It does not end until the mind deems it perfect. "Ugh, no. No. No!" Pine clicks their fingers, the scroll going back to blank. They sat on the floor, a glass floor, with the lake they created underneath. Lotus flowers floating along the glittery water. A rolling sound is heard in the quiet room of only scribbles. A star of one of Pine's children, bumping into their leg. "Hm?"

They picked up the star, a look of concern and comfort on their face as they felt the star was sad, a representative of what one of their creation's feel. "Still crying over Shuu, Nat... he's still there..." They whispered not wanting their creation to cry. Natasha isn't the only soul star that stays by Pine's side. They have many children, and that means many. One in particular they will not let be said for a moment is a little girl named Taka. It is also worth to note, each one of Pine's creations has a stain glass window. But why is that? Once created, they are out of Pine's hands. Their fate is theirs to make, not Pine's.