The Thirty Pillars rise gracefully over the thick clouds that roam up in the skies of the Mystery World. Some hundred meters tall, these elaborate buildings where once used as watchtowers, hence the number of them. Five of them. One for the Wise One, the White Matrix. One for the Cloud Matrix, one for the Snow Triplets. One for the Tree Matrix. And if you look further away, that one used to be for the Grey Matrix. The Thirty Pillars have stood there for aeons, and they have witnessed every single incident, from the Lost Battle of the Mask, to the day when the Grey Matrix was exiled forever in the Forbidden Land. After this unpredictable turbulence in the ranks of the Matrices, the Thirty Pillars were primarily used as the place where the Mystery People spend peacefully the rest of their lives. It was a gift of gratitude on behalf of the White Matrix initially and the rest Matrices followed as well, granting them their own. After a long time of hard work, comes a day when these black creature cannot offer their valuable help anymore. Mystery People get old as well, hence the need for new breeds. The old ones are taken there by a cloud, and old friends meet again after a life of hard work. The spend their last days talking about the times when they where young and full of life. They talk about their adventures, and every now and then the White Matrix flies up there to see if everybody is ok. Losing good friends is always a sad thing, but there is a myth in the Mystery World that says: Everytime one of the Mystery People fades away, another shiny star lights up the night skies of the Mystery World...