And once more from the top, but with feeling this time.

[Little Ghost]

Darkness, old friend. It made Little Ghost feel at home, resonating with the Pulse of Nothing in his chest. The pulses, their steady beat was both familiar and alien. A dissonance only alleviated through useful Soul. The Void is all encompassing. Images of a broken field in darkness. And then, CONTRAST!

A silhouette against the black. A grin. Words. And then an orb. It glimmers in a way wholly different from that of Geo, or even the Pale Ores. But it is also similar. For here lies the shine of possibility, the promise of future infinities unbound. More words, but Little Ghost only paid them cursory notice. Omnilium, what a wondrous thing...

The silhouette was leaving now, it had made that much understood. Omni. It was a name. Little Ghost had things to ask but could not summon the energy to move, and in muteness alone nothing is communicated.

Darkness, void, and then Light. A soothing pale glow, not the Searing Radiance of half-remembered beginnings, cut through the Void.

A fountain, surrounded by a vast plain of white. A huge fountain.

Little Ghost sat up and looked around, a bubble of white appearing above his head with a single symbol in it.

?

[Little Ghost]

White, white everywhere. No, not quite. The skies above, though pale, where not... white as such. That pale grey of high altitude clouds above lower ones, for certain, but not white. Gathering his legs beneath himself, Little Ghost leaned forwards and pushed himself to standing. A slight tremor through his legs as the mechanism that kept the carapace moving stuttered a bit from disuse, joints creaking. How odd, that was not something that he rememb-

Images flashing through his mind, an underground cavern in darkness, filled with the still corpses of the abandoned. They had been left here, denied the attempt to fulfil their purpose.

WHY?!?

Time passing, and then that pulse. That first calling. Little Ghost turned his head, carapace creaking, and gazed up at the gates far above. Shut and barred by the king himself. Little Ghost's cloak shifted as his right arm was raised from the ground, as if grasping at the gates so far above. Its hand clenched into a fist and then-

The whiteness again. Little Ghost was back at the fountain in the expanse. This was most curious and also aggravati- a pulse of nothing. To most others this would have been aggravating, but Little Ghost felt only emptiness. And curiosity.

There was a commotion on a different side of the fountain. Little Ghost was not tall enough to look over the edge of the second level which was the culprit of obscuring the view, but his legs were still functional, if unused. Little Ghost's cloak fluttered as if a breeze picked up under it, and in a glow of transmuting Omnillium, something formed beneath it. The wind died down. Something was sticking out from underneath his cloak. It... it could be a handle?

Nodding, as if to himself, Little Ghost swung a leg forward, put one foot in front of the other, and began walking around the fountain on his short little legs.