You were created, born from a fragment of light, as well as many others. For eons you have lived peacefully in the galaxy, hidden by a dome of power. You were there from the very beginning- and you had the luck to be deemed Stardom's personal servant. Stardom was talented, seen as this higher being, and sure, he might have been forced into the role of sovereignty, but he seemed to take it in stride. His powers only grew stronger, and he had even managed to create a star that would rise and fall to create artificial days and nights. You remembered the ceremony like it was yesterday. Stardom walking across his balcony, with you by his side. You could faintly see the outline of his narrowed eyes underneath the shadow, his voice loud, and firm as he raised his arms, his mantle straying off his shoulders. The villagers were all gathered around the plaza, eyes peering and watching with intent, all bearing the kingdom's colors of gold and white in different types of robes. His scepter gleaming with a gold glow- and then the world being coated in a bright light. It took a while for the townspeople to adjust.

It was past midnight when you were roused awake by another servant of the king's. They quickly ushered you out of the sleeping chambers without even letting you prepare your outfit. They explained that the king had ordered you to come to the castle's garden, despite the time. You stumbled forward as the doors were closed behind you- just barely managing to wake up fully to start moving through the silent halls of the kingdom. Your footsteps on the carpet echoed off the grand walls, as you followed the gold trimmed fabric to the outside doors. Pushing the large double doors open, you stepped out under the stars, instantly catching sight of the messy white hair almost immediately. Stardom wasn't too far, staring up at the stars with his hands folded behind his back. He was adorned in his royal outfit still, surprisingly. His scepter rest against the fountain, the sound of the water providing a tranquil atmosphere.