Once, there was an ancient, insurmountable being. Older than any sentient race could account for, it sought a place to die. But try as it might, it couldn't die. Its body was too old, too aged. The only way it could get solace from continued existence was sleep.
And it did sleep. It slept for so long its consciousness began to slough off and its dreams began to think for themselves.
But every once in a while, it still wakes up. It hears its own children, it hears the loud blue planet near it, and it feels a corroding disdain.
In all its existence, it has only granted one wish. Someone will live, just long enough to realize their wrongdoing.
"Just long enough" only works if the woman ever realizes her wrongdoing. She won't. She never will.
It doesn't really care how that ended up. It just wants to sleep, to disappear, to die.
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Tower Child, parent of Moon Child and countless more, grandparent of Star Child