“Starlight Starbright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish, I wish tonight.” Once upon a time, long ago shooting stars fell from the sky. Every year on January 1st, the people of Geargrove came to where they fell and wish for gold, and fame, but one year, they stopped falling. Guardians sent from above, found the last shooting stars berried in the ground. Word spread, and all the wishes was used except for one, and it was massive. So I, Stardian, one of the guardians, will hand the wish to one of you.
