The fuchsia coloured jewel Apheone was thrown into the midst of a city; a city composed of precious metals and priceless jewel stones. And in the middle of that forsaken work of art was a garden, protected by a dome of glass and iron. Everything in that garden was made of metals and stones. Only the canals flowed with difference; a river of mild alkali, the fumes strong enough to give an individual a nasty headache. Where those canals met, in the very centre of the garden, was the Apheone. And castodian of the jewel, and groundskeeper of the entire garden, was only a single, lonely beast.