Trapped in a void for years all hope of escape has been crushed by the unchanging darkness. But then somting happened a green light appeared a tendril of energy, It overd me rebirth, and a new home, a family releaf from pain, from my lonely existence and I agreed.
The tendril reathd out raping around my soul with a loving gentlenes, the power talking me out of the darkness into a ocean of colors so many colors but as my soul is submirged into the ocen I ask the grean tendral what do I call you?
But as I look back I see the tendral shift into a gaint hand, oh child you may call me grandfather, now child you must rest as I he speaks I begin to grow tired the beaings power raping around me I could feal my self baeing remade. I could feel my self being lowered into a worm water, as I'm submerged sinking deeper my memory's of the void began to fade.
And as I slept the beaing who would call himself grandfather told me storys of this new world, of his children, and his siblings of the one called the anathema, of the plan he had now rest my my child soon you will meet your new family.