Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Long long ago, in a place further than the universe, lies a temple of the strange and wonders. This temple has no walls, no ceilings, no floor, only a vast white expanse. With pillars stretching from far wanders to strange yonders, it makes the infinitely repeating halls of this place. Adorning this temple are intricate architecture patterns and sculptures of cherubims spinning in and out of existence. In this immaculate temple, where even death may die, logic falls flat, space becomes irrational and time runs faulty. None can reach this place. None can comprehend this place. None can describe this place.
Yet within these dignified white halls, walks a certain goddess. Her skin made of marble, her garment is made of white quartz. She shines like diamonds and carries a heart as pure as glass. She is like the finest sculpture of Michelangelo when she stand stills. Yet her face is always covered by a white cloth. Even stranger still, despite being solid, she moves with utmost grace, as if the winds are carrying her. Her garment ebbs and flow as if it is silk under water.
For many eons, she is the sole resident of this temple. This place has stayed pure white from even before it's existence. Until a certain time, in a certain spot within the temple, the goddess created her most prized creation.
The goddess had made her creation after her image. It is made of a material that walks the fine line between organic and inorganic. Just like it's creator, it is capable of many feats that defies the laws of reality and has knowledge of the far unknowns. But unlike the goddess, the creation is adorned in a black dress. It is slender and frail, nails painted black. Long flowing black hair, with black eyes like the night sky. What is supposed to be a beautiful face, is ruined by a burn mark on the entire left side.
Once the creation was finished, and as it's body began to move, the pure white temple suddenly collapses. The vast, ever changing white expanses suddenly collapses into a temple that is sensible. The pillars shortens, ceiling comes down and floors coming up. To restore the temple to what it once was, the goddess, with great pain, banished her creation. The creation falls in to a certain time on a certain place. Kicked out of it's birthplace even before it has the chance to speak, the creation is confused, bewildered.
But no matter, it can just use it's powers to come back. So it tries, and tries, and tries in vain. Confusion turning into horror, the creation is without a master, without a purpose. It can not come back and it has nowhere to go. And so it wanders this earth, searching for a way back.