@The_Divine_Phoenix
"To answer that fully would take too long. But," the shadows moved. Now that the night was properly settling they seemed to draw even more from the surrounding environment. They erupted from the ground, enclosing you and the figure into a dome of pitch blackness. You see, nothing until figures begin appearing in the shadows, which you notice upon second glance are just breaks in the shadows shaped like humanoids.
"There were once, long ago, beings you would call men and women if you saw them. They lived and laughed, loved and hated as you do. But they were different from men. They lived longer, healthier lives, unburdened by disease or fragility, even into their twilight years," the figure narrated as the picture of a nascent, primitive civilization was painted by the shadows.
"But even to them there was one enemy they could not do anything against. A plague that hung upon the peoples constantly. The Sun," the shadows showed a great tear then, light flying through and scouring the other figures.
"This was their plight. They were free to do as they pleased in the nightly hours. But the realm of the Sun was beyond them. That is until one of them was born, a genius beyond the others," the shadows now shifted to form a lone figure, with stars shining from beyond the shadow dome acting as it's eyes.
"The man sought to conquer the Sun. He built contraptions which could unlock hidden abilities within the flesh of each being, and especially those of his own race. But when he was rejected by his people, he killed them. A well-meaning extremist, but an extremist nonetheless. And his hubris would ultimately be what damned him," the figure finally said, as the shadow dome receded, shrinking once more to the natural shade created by the desert landscape and the coiling wisps around the cloak.
"I know not whether he ever achieved his goal before his doom, or if it's even possible. However I know this organization we have both come into contact with wishes to attain a similar state of being."