Eir'Vael remembered the moment they were born with perfect clarity.
The collision of dying stars produced a phenomenon not easily replicated throughout the cosmos. A spark.
This spark was a blank slate. It had little idea of what it was or what it was supposed to be doing.
So they fell.
They allowed their body to drift without restriction because they had no other conceivable idea of what to do with themselves.
How long it took was something that the spark couldn't say. They only knew that at a certain point, their journey ended when they landed upon solid ground, unententionally causing a seismic disturbance.
They were not sure how long they had lain there before they began to sense presences approaching.
When a slew of dark-skinned people with horns and glowing tattoos stared down into the crater, the group was as surprised to see it there as it was to see them.
Without understanding why, the spark fled. It was far too elusive for the mortals to ever catch.
