In the boundless darkness, a dead immortal became conscious. At first, this newborn consciousness was no more than a speck of light in the Great Void, just as the world had once begun. [It] had very limited power. It could neither receive signals from its senses nor send the commands its nerves needed. Amid the chaos, this faint consciousness followed an ancient instinct, existing and reaching outward, blind but unwavering. It had yet to realize it was dead. She refused to acknowledge her own death.
Theme: A whim.
