A dancer in the darkness with no place to go. A lover without friends. A father without children. A savior spouting prophesy to a negligent, unhearing crowd. The Misfit's heart of pure radiant gold has tarnished and blackened and cooled, as he wanders in a desert made not of grains of sand but of moments of silence as countless as the stars that he once saw in a magic sky before a tragic midnight struck them down. In a search for answers that leads to questions at each turn, he will ramble past the horrible herds of lizards and birds until a sleeping jesters awakes. Armed with a snip of luminescence taken from the ocean of light, The Misfit will exfoliate a hundred years of solitude on the bumpy road to love. Only time will tell if he will miss his fit.