Manajik. Few know it exists. None alive know that it floats in mid-air. It has existed for thousands of years, constructed before the sea claimed the land around it. The craters (3 in all) are the result of a cataclysmic magical accident. No one knows why the tower survived, or has the slightest idea where the water goes.
And among all the lights, she stood still lost not knowing where to call home. The surroundings were anything but believable, surreality sunk in and she found herself wandering, feeling in need of a title. The wanderer. A girl who walked the night and kept going for years to come. She herself, to never grow up, a glimmer roaming the streets eternally.