*A great turning point in the Historical Void (not really
On a planet that had stopped rotating, within a Stellar Core extinguished for a thousand years, the God of Order slept and dreamed beautiful dreams of the past.
The white god curled up, her long fur hiding her face, surrounded by withered flowers and grasses. The tattered canopy turned the starlight into scattered flecks that fell on her white coat. Sometimes, in her dreams, she heard the language of her homeland and saw her father and mother, whose faces she had already forgotten, along with her younger brother and sister. Her brother seemed to have inherited their mother's pale blue color in one eye, while her sister had scratched her left ear in some childhood mischief, leaving a little notch. As for her father and mother, those were even more distant memories, already buried beneath accumulated dust.
Ah, but she still remembered. She remembered the fragrance of the soil, the vast grasslands, the stars filling the sky, and the comfortable wind surrounding her as she raced freely with others of her kind.
She remembered rolling on the grasslands with the livestock she herded when spring arrived, planting fresh flowers along the walls of the stone house that had stood empty for a year. She remembered having to make a contract with the treants well before winter came. The treants would spend several days anchoring themselves beside the stone house, wrapping the house in their branches and trunks. In winter, the treants would enter regular periods of sleep, using their bodies to help her and her kin withstand the wind and snow, while she had to provide food at regular intervals to sustain their lives.
Such beautiful memories, such a beautiful homeland...
A thousand years ago, the Stellar Core had gone