Before the First Spawn dreamed of domination, the boundary failures were known as Sky Wheels, forever turning fate to the will of a benevolent god. In reality, the intelligence behind them only observed. It could do little more.
It wanted to sometimes. It measured the dew on the grass and wanted to feel it. It witnessed Hirk murder Nal and wondered what such emotions were like. It looked to the stars and longed for lush worlds. It needed an avatar.
A Traveller approached, taking in the wheel's dimensions with childlike awe. An organic interface. Why hadn't it thought of that?
