"When you wish upon a star...", that's how the song goes, right?
It all started sometime ago, in Italy. An elderly man has wished for a child. Next day, a puppet of his came to life and he claimed that his son. Sounds like a whimsical tale for the most part. Even if you ignore a interconnecting tale about runaway children being turned into donkeys.
After the elder man and his newly made son had carried on with their happy little lives, they didn't see the impact they made on those around them.
Magic is real. That was the message basically gathered from the events unfold. While the boy would speak of a blue fairy, his father couldn't back it up so the townsfolk passed it off as childish fantasy, ironically. But they did take his words of a star-lit wish to heart.
Soon enough, many others started to wish upon stars. Eventually, pretty much everybody was, one wish granted after another. Roosters crying by sunrise were pretty much replaced by the excited cheers of those waking up to their newly received wish.
Although, everybody was busy focusing on the magic going on in front them, they failed to look up and see the magic going on above them. Wish upon a star, what do you think happens to said star?
One by one, wish by wish, each star in the night sky was disappearing. The magic that once twinkled above, now used up, verbatim by the millions. We were left in the dark.
I recall once seeing the elder that started all of this. His child clutching to him, in fear of the night and cold. This was not the life he wished to be a part of. Nor did we, child.