The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

i don't want to miss this! ah!

Emaleth dreamt of the stars; of blurry galaxies that swirled with light and color against a canvas of black— no, not black— of nothing. She dreamt of their births and of their deaths, of their spinning in the sky as she watched from a thousand worlds below. She did not know it for a memory, though she felt that she had somehow seen these things before. Before what? A light came, blinding, and the small child felt suddenly cold. She stirred awake, and these memories of stars were forgotten.

Her eyes opened— opened!— and yet the child remained unaware of this change. She lifted groggily to her feet, for her own movements had become more sure and steady as of late. Instinctually, Emaleth began to search for her sister, relying on touch and smell. Except for that! A bright light in the darkness, moving, tickling at the edges of her mind— it seemed familiar, though she could not place it.

She moved towards it, accepting this new thing without concern or protested, eyes widening as if that would allow her to experience more of it. Emaleth was determined, and so focused on this new sensation, she did not stop until she bumped directly into the bright form. It was then that scent and touch informed her, and she babbled of bafflement in their shared language, "what!"