Broken Antler Fen We'll give the world the world to you, and you'll blow us all away

Nothing happened in an instant. Not love, not hatred, not life, not death. 

Certainly it happened quickly in some cases, life was born anew and life ceased and yet still the world and the universe managed on and on without noticing the small details. The planets and their alignment, the life that filled the vast worlds of the universe, the shift of time and space itself, it all moved steadily on. In some cases the universe was shaped with intricate delicacy, small brush strokes placed so carefully as to not disturb the masterpiece that was the cosmos. In other cases, it was wild and untamed, unfettered strength that burned out entirely galaxies leaving a blank canvas in it's wake. 

Made of stardust, of ancient wonder, Nova Rochester-Iosila came into the world amidst the cursing and panting of her mother, her arrival heralded by her brother, nestled next to the soon to follow sister and brother that came after her. Their firstborn daughter, but certainly not their oldest, the child of stardust found herself a teat to work at. Nova felt a soft little comfort settle over her when it her stomach filled and the wails ceased. 

Around her life was a flurry of new visions and faces she was unaware of, sights she couldn't see and things she couldn't hear. There was life where there had none before. 

Eventually Nova fell into a restful sleep, exhausted by the process that was the first few moments of her life.