I've roamed these nameless lands for millions of years. Hundreds of empires, kingdoms, clans, and ragtag groups have rose and fallen under my watchful eyes. 

The first civilization still holds a special place in my heart, the sun and moon lying in rest within those ruins, waiting for whatever calls them next.

That ruined pillar still stands tall on the highest mountain peak, made of ebony stone and opal floors that decay, holding a central trio within its crumbling walls. 

Abandoned posts litter the trails carved through this land, large paw prints marking their paths, followed by sets of far smaller prints. 

In those barren and bloodstained hills, the claw marks of death and murder still scar that land, reminding the few mortals that do see it of crimes that they could have never bore witness to. 

The beach besides that still and serene ocean lays untouched by those who never listen to those above, only seen by those who never truly touch the sands.

The desert is still home to those who suffer, being a graveyard for those who never see brighter days and pay for the sins that were never theirs to bear.

The woods beyond still lay sacred, only to be survived by those who truly belong to that which lays within.

Love is unknown to those who have not given in and seen the ways of the twilight sky, a sight that is guarded by paws who only wish to see the world burn.

Yet, none of that is important to you, my new little creations.

You are my Starlings, and this meadow surrounded by mountains will be all that you need.

You trust your creator, don't you?

You trust the Deity of Perfection. 

You have to.

After all, I made you.

I, Tali, don't make mistakes my little Starlings.