(Memories. Visions. Encounters)
Shimmering stars streak the endless painting of night in white. Dot to dot in the circles of the universe.
Stars gathered around the two as they soared through the cosmos, their brilliant, radiant wings outstretched. This was the likes of world-traveling, searching anywhere in the cluster of stars, galaxies for any sign of life matching their own, to claim as their own. Sometimes they have traveled in water worlds, others filled with flame and fire, and then the parallel worlds, there were several. Much like their home, the worlds too had their own properties and ailments. Kingdoms, dragons, beasts… but all of that had been forgotten. It wasn't until now, when Paxon's grasp on the memories faded, that one was able to comprehend such a feat.
