Seraphim knows she is ancient, she is immortal, she is from another planet. But she doesn’t know where. She was only a child of 1000 years, when she was accidentally transported here… because of her physiology, that meant her mind was barely active, so she didn’t really think beyond killing to eat, and certainly not about her origins, or very existence, or about why there was always only her. That was a long time ago, now. She doesn’t know where she came from, but her body does. Things like the sky at Erebus Harbour get trapped in her body’s memory, and her body throws them up as the canvas of dreams when she sleeps, and she dreams about distant galaxies and spiral nebula… and a sentient planet, calling to her, across the vast distance of time and space.