The Mardibra was born in the dust of the first star as time began. He watched as God's were born in the ensuing explosions. He rolled with the waves of time as it spread its tentacles into the empty spaces that waited for it. He watched the sun being born... And never has a birth been more painful. As the creation of the founding dust of the universe, the Mardibra was royalty throughout space and time. Sometime however royalty misbehaves and he had no intention of living a quiet life as his siblings did. Always drawn to his own reflection in the stars, he was equally drawn to power. But power inevitably brings defeat and failure... But in the moment of failure was forged something bigger. A warped and strange type of beauty. And from that came something else... It created a storyteller... and these are his stories...