
Ancient is our race.  Long ago life was but a speck in the void, and the first of our kind was born.
Searched the void for sustenance our father did.  Buried deep within the depths he found it.  And the
sustenance was great, and it was spread all across the void coloring it with life.  And our father grew
as he ate spreading more life until finally he spread more of his kind.  Six of us there were, spreading
the life across the world growing all the while.

Until one day we were attacked by the very life we brought forth.  Though they were small and moved on two
precariously balanced limbs, they were numerous and cunning.  They caught us off guard and drove us into
the depths where we were cornered and chopped into pieces.  Without us to revitalize the land, the color began
to drain from the world until even the very ground on which the creatures stood had returned to the void.
The little creatures did not know what they had done, and they too returned their life force to the void.

Fear not for the story of life is not over yet.  Though our bodies be shattered, our life force remains.
The depths to which we were driven were no ordinary caves.  They are the breading grounds of life.  In them
lies our seed.  Soon you will awaken!  Go forth child and eat the orbs that remain of your ancestors.
Rise again, spread the vital colors into the void and life will thrive once again!