There is darkness all around. The atmosphere is sad and heavy. A lone shape moves through the darkness. A humanoid shape made up of silvery blue glass. Silvery glass fragments follow in it's wake. It's sad and lost there is nothing here. It looks down at it's hands as if it has just realized it has a body. It walks alone, a dark never ending path. It's looking for a purpose but there is nothing. It's falls and weeps. A single tear falls down to the ground. A blooming blue glass flower appears. Startled it backs up. The fragment studies the flower and pokes it. The flower bends at it's touch. For once it has a reason to keep going. There are shapes everywhere now. The fragment creates and grows it's creations. The darkness no longer presses down on the lone figure. It feels alive for the first time in years. Nothing matters but it's creations. The fragment takes pride in all of it's work each having something unique and special about it. The darkness turns to light. The fragment is whole.