The Song of the Void beckoned to the Child.

It was in my blood, for are we not born of the dust of stars?

We are far from that which was Earth, but we are not lost - never lost. We cling to these lumps of matter on their silent voyage through space, hurtling towards Infinity . . . Divinity. We must likewise cling to each other, for the Void is unforgiving and every which way leads to ruin.

I willingly embrace my fate. My fellow Gallenteans look upon me with envy in their hearts, but they do not perceive the cost of immortality. The bits and pieces of otherness, nanoscopic slivers of metal and ephemereal memory slicing through my brain - am I truly myself? Is the innocent young girl who gazed up at the heavens with wonder the same scarred angel who now reigns above?

The Song of the Void embraces the Woman.

Death shall have no dominion.