In an empty part of the clan worlds, a mysterious explosion occured. Darkness poured from a glowing black sphere and twisted the landscape. In the center of the explosion, was a black cloak. No human stood within it, and yet it stood. The land that once was peaceful, was now filled with strange creatures. The darkness then became white, but not a white thatwas gentle, a harsh frozen white that seemed to freeze your very soul.

"Looks like a cold day in hell." said a voice from the cloak. It was Solomon, the soul. He floated out and explored his new domain. The heartless, which Midnight had specially bread to withstand the cold, searched for the heart of the clan worlds. They wre all white, with black only on their faces around their yellow eyes. They looked like polar bwears mixed with monkeys. "Whose afraid of the cold?" Solomon asked as he waited for his advisaries.