Not the usual star.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... a universe so vast, a colorful array.  A Billion spheres of gases burning so bright, yet in a patch of darkness there's one gloomy light. A lone little glow standing so bold, no sun to be seen looking ever so cold. Drawing  in on a planet defined mountaintops of snow,  a disguise to outsiders merely a show. The truth of this world was foretold to begin, a self sustaining energy that lies deep from within. A Source providing  power and a life to adore; yet it shields itself incase some dare to explore. Life here is fragile, the Junko people being the rarest of pure, with no hinders of darkness and that they are sure. The world's a hidden tumbler map very few can see, the planet is the lock and the Junko are the key.