Once, many times past in the what-has-been, there was a floater called Little-fast-light. Little-fast-light was not like the others of his time, content to remain with his pod, he would often travel far, his whole body consumed by the floating.
And so it was that one hot time Little-fast-light drifted away and up, his family pod forgotten in the twists and turns, the shades of the blue and the vibrations of the floating. Little-fast-light was so taken up by the floating that he rose higher than any floater before him, so high that he entered the yellow.
It was sometime before Little-fast-light realised his predicament and tried to change his course. But the yellow surrounded him and his trail was hidden. Little-fast-light was afraid and drew into himself, halting his travels to try and sense anything which could help him.
After a short time Little-fast-light began to sense the differences in the yellow, here a dark, there a light and he began to move towards the dark, perhaps another floater caught like him.
His journey was long and energy consuming but Little-fast-light kept on his course growing ever nearer to the dark which grew in his senses until the dark was all. The vibrations of the dark were strange to Little-fast-light and he knew that this was no floater of the blue, this was of the yellow.
The being of the yellow was enormous, bigger than the whole of Little-fast-light’s pod put together. She sensed the small blue floater and was interested, she sent out a small vibration, her name, Big-slow-dark. Little-fast-light shaded an answer, he floated and danced the blue and watched as the being floated and danced the yellow in reply. But Little-fast-light was weak from his journey and his shade began to lighten, his energy spent. Big-slow-dark sensed…