"Despite being spun out of nothing, it'd been perfect the moment came it to be. Without flaw or distortion. An immaculate reflection of the Creator's innermost nature. That was what it'd once been, according to what I've been taught by my master. Take my master's words with a grain of salt though, dear. It's nothing more than ancient folklore, I suspect."
"Even our oldest records don't go as far back as the creation myth that my master spoke about and we've been around for a very, very long time, mind you…"
Long enough that we had been the first to venture out into the stars during our infant steps as a civilization. Before we realized the truth about our world…
He'd noticed that something was off, but couldn't put his finger on it. There was something about what she'd said that caused him to feel an itch on his chest. It… was calling out him, as if to remind him that it was still there.