The sky was empty of light, it seemed.
Darkness shook itself out in the heavens, and silence consumed Time's great passing.
one solitary figure walked alone.
Space seemed to - bend - as it were, about the figure who tread the vast plains of darkness. To a mortals eye, the being blazed with untarnished light. Catastrophic rays of fiery heat wavered in a halo of despair.
She was alone. A Star. Forced to walk the hallways of her inky prison. Her light doomed to burn forever and ever...but to ne'er be seen in the sky with her brothers and sisters. Forever to burn and burn and burn...her existence:
And she cried, tears of molten light, that broke into silver dust and became rings.
She was once the Watcher of a glorious solar system...but she had it stolen away.
She was Aoidh.
The Light Forgotten.