Glitter. Unicorns. Everything.
In the days before the rising of the Moon, when the stars alone wove their silver threads upon the heavens, the children of Ilúvatar wandered beneath their quiet light, unknowing of the greater splendors yet to come. In that twilight age, the Valar dwelt in Aman, and the light of the Two Trees, Laurelin and Telperion, fell upon the Blessed Realm alone.