Far away from the mortal world there was a stirring. A deep, guttural groan followed by an almost inaudible pop, as though the air pressure had suddenly changed. From within the recesses of a light source that was not there stepped a man, or at least something humanoid that appeared to be stereotypically "male." He had hair that seemed to shift from brown, to red, to blonde, changing length a multitude of times before simply becoming a halo of light around the crown of the head, and piercing blue eyes, the pupil of the left one being significantly larger than that of the right. After all, communication was still needed, although convincing a world that it was an accident had taken a few pre-emptive years of logistical planning. And then there was the plantng of the seed in that story-teller's mind...the one about his home. That had been the work of the better part of a decade. However, that world was reaching the point where the next generation was needed, so...
All around, the red rocks started to shift, walls climbing, and figures emerging. One, seated atop something vaguely canine, doffed its feathered hat in his direction.
"Your majesty. Welcome home."
*In memory of David Bowie. Artist, actor, human being extraordinaire. You will be missed. Thank you for all you brought to this world*