Prologue-

The nature of change is incremental.

One does not know how far they have come until they look back and see all those they have left in their wake. For he who goes first can only ever be the measuring stick of others, but never himself.

We, the Purple Eyed Sovereigns, the Old Ones, the Gardeners whatever you may call us are without question those who stand at the forefront of all discovery. Long, long, long ago our race was just like all the others, imperfect things that knew only to wallow in the mud and fail.

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Now though in our endless pursuit of god and his great mysteries we have without even noticing, become the very things we once sought. When bound to our star we gazed out into the night and wondered of the dark forest, equal parts fear and anticipation.

When at last we arrived our kind was met in turn with only further silence to our name. The answer at last in our grasp dull and boring as it was; we were first out of the cradle, we were ... alone.