We are all made of stars
In this plane of existence, of presence, time did not exist. It was twilight and yet dawn at the same time, the backdrop a universe sprinkled with stars against a deep swirling mix of colours ranging from the deepest black to the most glorious hues of purple, blue, all deep and ancient. Planets with moons so large that they swallowed half their night time skies. It was against such a planet, in the atmosphere high enough to be suspended without being pulled in, was a crystalline stone of many faces. The stone itself was a deep black, with flecks of an unknown material that flickered and shimmered as it gently and slowly rolled around. There was a consciousness residing within it, but just like the many sides, the consciousness itself was made of numerous fragments, each corresponding to the number of sides it had. The stone was alive and aware, and despite having no single identity was still as single and solid as the material it represented. Each plane was unique yet relate...