Drowned Azure

When the gods decided to erase the memory of the polar night, she chose to turn her back and swallow the starry sky.
The judgment of time failed to incinerate it completely; only this deep blue stinger, tempered by extreme cold, was forcefully preserved in the present.
Its touch offers no velvet softness, only a deep-sea-like dead silence and an indescribable sharpness.
It waits for the outcast who prefers to drown in the dark rather than awaken in a hypocritical dawn, to grasp this solitary scepter of the extreme night.