A pale, frozen world of white and lilac ice, cut through with dark blue seas. Its mountains hum, and its hillsides face long sunsets.

Lumos was not born. It was made. By its own account, it was never meant to exist, and certainly never meant to want to live. Yet it did, and it said so to the two Bureau agents sent to end it.

Its last season ended with a final sunset, watched from a hillside by the two agents who had come to destroy it. When it was over, they asked if it had hurt. It had not.

Lumos has since ceased to be, just as it had been before it began.