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The Beginning Prologue … …She floated through the abyss of time, its once dark spirit springing to life as she wove her light through and through, she sang, her soft, compassionate song lifting and vibrating through the space of time. The light spread, weaved through the darkness, thousands of tendrils separated from the mother light, they weaved through as if drawn out, until they became still, the tethers then broke and there they stayed, as if hanging upon invisible wires, standing ever so still, leading to a path that none dare to know or dare to tread. They became the Children we see from our homes at night, those stars tha