In this world the time is never right. There is never sun it's night always. Until the one dragon was brave enough to make all his fire into a circle. It glowed like the night moon but it was more bright. With no fire the dragon had died. A terrible death. But once a year there was sun. And that was the legend of Ginshen the dragon was buried under a rock. No one knows why. The next year the rock was gone. What happened? Do you have a guess?
