It began with a single note. Like a soundless vibration at the edge of existence, that could not be perceived, but the soul recognized it. This note spoke to something in the core of every life inside of creation, reminding them of the endless possibilities that the light could bring.
In the ruins of a dead star, a speck of gold flared, and then vanished, but something was left behind, an echo that longed for that touch of light that had faded.
This echo called out into the void, seeking the warmth that the Old Light was missing. The light that every star was used to was cold, but this new light was warmth.
A blind child, born after the Light's death, dreamed of the sun and woke with her arms burning. But this fire contained the vitality of light, and it healed rather than destroyed. The first sight she saw was the color of the flames, and she turned to the sun in the sky and bowed in worship, her heart reaching for the light.
