There was only a small silver orb, darkness, and stone in a small alcove. Who am I? The being asks. What am I? Its instincts said it was a Dungeon Core, yet its fractured memories suggested something else. It knew not how much time passed, only that it did, as the being sifted through broken memories. Slowly, its energy permeated the cave outside its small alcove, and even more slowly it laid claim to the creatures within.

After many generations of creatures passed within the confines of the cave, it had a thought. What if it could make more creatures? Its instincts said yes, so maybe it was possible? And so it tried. It took the energy, and weaved it, shaping it into a mouse. It took something essential, and stuck it into the energy. And a mouse appeared. It was about eight inches long, with black coloring. It watched as the mouse scurried around, scavenging for food.

As it waited for its energy, no mana, to regenerate, it had another thought. Could it manipulate the cave? Yet again, its instincts said yes, and so it did. It expanded the size of the cave, making a smooth dome-like shape. It hummed happily, its core brightening, excited with the discovery.

As it continued expanding its domain, a memory flashed by. It was running through a forest, the wind blowing through its fur, soft dirt under its paws. The sound of its packmates running alongside it, free. It wanted to create this. It would make a forest. It began by absorbing the many organisms in its domain, the dirt, stone, minerals, and ores. It coated everything with the same uniform gray.

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With a thought, it elongated the cavern, making it longer and deeper. Next was the soil and stone, as well as minerals. It knew what was needed to sustain plants in the dungeon. Fungus was next, as well as natural looking stones and stream beds. It hummed happily. It would soon look like the wolfkins’ territory.

It pauses its work at that thought. What is wolfkin? It asks. Was I wolfkin? It stops at that again. Yes. That is right. I was a wolfkin. I was Diana of the Crescent Moon Pack. I hum, my core brightening. No, I am Diana Crescent Moon.

You have been Named.

Eventually I go back to work after thinking about the screen, as trying to remember what it was, was like trying to grab smoke. That was when I realized something very important. I have no trees!