Today, the empty void of the mortalverse was broken in a fitting burst of light and energy.
The energy was not bright, nor was it a sense of peace or assurance.
Because this light was not natural, it was the signal of something terribly bad having happened.
Stars all over the universe shook, shuddering as if they had sensed the fall of a beloved one.
Out of these lights that had suddenly appeared in different corners of the mortalverse, one particular light was distinct.
In a world of monsters who could move faster than the speed of light, this particular light was moving incredibly slowly.
Or rather, the being that was moving within the light that was moving too slowly.
As the light cleared a little, the figure that was within revealed herself. The Primordial Moth.
She was flapping her wings, leaving behind a trail of stardust as she was chased by her stars.
Soon, her trail of light curved as she drifted into a galaxy.
