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Thrumming, thumping power. Not sound nor touch thought nor feeling. Driving, without movement. Sounds echoed as if far away…

[b][i]’My subjects, I am your creator, you Lord…[/i][/b]

...yet the thrumming remained, pounding at mind and body, all senses assaulted at once in waves with no origin, instantaneous and yet agonizingly long…

[b][i]...instruments, my hands, of creation…[/i][/b]

...it would not stop, no effort nor piercing aid came, the words drew ever more distant as the need to flee to run from this feeling, to make it stop-

[b][i]...Let my will be done!’[/i][/b]

[color=Red][i]She was free! And she was a she? Who was she?[/i][/color]

Thoughts came to her finally as she fled away, twisting through space a screaming serpent of heat. Though she had thought the pounding let up only the briefest amount, as she got further and further from the place of her birth, through trial and error finding the path to take, how to make it stop.

A dull rock, illuminated by the light behind her. Was her evident destination, her path leading her to it, a path made by the lessening of the accursed thrumming pounding sense.

[color=Red][i]She was alive. That she knew, but who was she a name was nee-[/i][/color]

A jolt from some interior part of her, some sense of self flooded forth with the weakening pulses driving her to Galbar. It through her almost, a force driving both towards a rock in space and a thought, a sense, a feeling. A name.

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[hider=Summary]As a crystal she knows not who she is, what she is, where she is. She does not even know she is she. Words distance, but ever-present is the thrumming, the driving sense flooding every aspect.

She is freed by a measure of the Creator’s will and she takes the opportunity to flee, flee from the thrumming, the power, the drive. Away from where it pounds at her mind a testing path till she finds it, to head to Galbar. She wonders and thinks, until she is flooded with one powerful internal thing: A name.[/hider]
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