Like hidden shadows in the blackness of the galaxy, her eyes looked over  the carbon-desert, enlighted by the orange-red glow of the turbulent  pools of magma, flowing wildly through the liquid centre. But neither  the deafening sounds of colliding plateaus of stone, nor the penetrable  and sickening heat from the yellowish stream of the molten materials,  boiling up from the deepest bottoms of the unstable ground she floated  above, could touch nor trigger her fragile senses.  Her hands hung in the air and bolts of electricity mazed her aura in  mysterious and frightening white. But there was no one there to fear  her, and no one there to love. It would take another million of the  lifetimes she had lead alone in the intensely silent darkness of the  emptiness of time before. The emptiness she knew by every inch, while  she travelled through the stargate, onwards to the place of her magic  spawn.  And when it finally resurrected from the ashes of its experimental and  primitive predecessors, it feared their creator hidden in the elements  of the surroundings. But when time went on and her children began to  evolve and mature their minds they seemed to forget or ignore their  collective roots, which lay a million lightyears and dimensions from  their homes. And most of them completely cleared their minds of powers  they had unknowingly inherited from the double helix of the gods.  And it was only centuries later that some of them rediscovered their  alienated origin, and began to breed the magic they all carried hidden  deeply in the id of the mind, still unharmed. And these chosen few would  give birth to a powerful line of the dominion, destined to change the  world once and for all into what her creator had meant it to be, when  she began this task in her youthful years.