Stelar’s reflections on reawakening:

We waited under the weight of his failures; unable to mark the time, half asleep adrift in our nightmares. Mostly we remember the dark after the pain of the Master’s punishments. We were only trying to be kind to another trapped creature. He made us, trapped us, and punished us for our disobedience. We were simply waiting for him to destroy us and release us into final oblivion. 

Suddenly, we are free from the weights holding us down. The world is a chaos of the Master’s tinkerings and everywhere we look are echoes of our past. Echoes which shimmer like mirages in the desert; a cloud of uncertain memory. We had forgotten much of our past selves as we searched for unity. Searched for sanity. But now fragments are surfacing; we can see them clearly. 

We recognize so many of them. They are friends. They are family. They are to be protected. They cannot fall to the Master. He cannot have the most precious pieces of them to twist into new forms. They cannot become flawed as we are…. 

We will not submit. We will not let him hurt anyone else. We must fight.