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Long before the first light of dawn streaked the skies, a lone lamb wandered into the Silverglow Meadow at the edge of the world. Pure white as freshly fallen snow, she stood out among her flock—and when the first sunrise brushed the horizon, two sky‑blue angelic wings unfurled from her shoulders with a gentle shimmer. The shepherds, awestruck, named her Celestella, for her down felt softer than moonlight and her wings sparkled like the morning sky. Legends say Celestella was touched by Aurora, the spirit of dawn. As the story goes, when the world was young and darkness lingered too long each night, Aurora plucked two fragments of the newborn sky and wove them into a lamb’s coat. From that moment on, Celestella carried the promise of daybreak wherever she roamed.