Elffire City, nestled in a valley that clearly hadn't consulted a feng shui expert, glittered below. Its lights, a chaotic jumble of amber and pale yellow, resembled a spilled box of slightly melted crayons. Above, the night sky was, thankfully, less disastrous. Millions of stars, each diligently performing its celestial duty, twinkled with a predictable, if somewhat monotonous, brilliance. The constellations, a rather large smudge of cosmic dust, arced across the heavens – a celestial yawn, perhaps.