Marmorarius was not always our home and ‘Ambrosius Creta’ was not always our name. In fact, there is a wide gap in Marmorian history. We still do not know what happened during our planet’s ‘first life’ because we were not here for it. In the beginning, we came from the Evigheden. In the beginning, we were wanderers.
We don’t know where we were born, but we were born without form. We were souls floating among the stars as we travelled from one place to the next. A mass of lights, mistaken for stars, constellating in the sky. We were content to live without words, without a home, as long as we had each other. We spent countless eons speaking to each other through light like fireflies. We watched the universe unfold.
But nothing could last forever. We were dying even without flesh. Our lack of physical forms was the problem; there was nothing protecting us from endless entropy. We travelled at superluminal speed and it