The void was empty and dark; it had been so for millions of years and would continue to be for the rest of eternity. How the void in itself had created the things that inhabituated it didn’t remember anymore. Nor did they care. According to myth the void hadn’t been a void in the beginning, it had been a universe just like so many others… until something happened and the void was created.<br/><br/>Resting in the void was an enormous sphere of black metal, the only thing left in the void. Inside<em>they</em>lived, the Old Ones, the inhabitants of the void, the only living thing in the entire dimension. In the heart of the sphere were a grand temple and all those of the Old Ones that still held the ability of self-awareness had been gathered as their old prey had been brought back from the game in which she had finally died. To them she held no importance, just a toy that they had run until she had broke and now they discarded her, taking the energy from the matter of her body to storage, for later use. The silence was deafening as the communicated and decided on their new prey. The Machine was already searching for her, looking through the dimensions of their choice… no the old toy was broken… now they wanted another and soon the Machine stopped and homed in on their new plaything.<br/>