SeleneSingularity
When the genetic tether of the umbilical cord was severed at the dawn of birth, the infant beast, bearing fragments of forgotten memories, plummeted into a rift of time and space. When its eyes next opened, amber pupils reflected the starry age governed by the ABO laws, its unformed body curled amidst the acidic rain of a scrapyard port-until a black umbrella, embedded with a violet crystal scepter, tore through the storm.
The ruler, known as the "Imperial Dagger," lifted the muddied creature, and, to the astonishment of all, the S-Class Alpha pheromones coursing through the faintly blue veins of his neck emanated a strange tenderness. The entire galaxy watched as the tyrant, cold and ruthless, nurtured the orphan into a cherished jewel: weaving puffed skirts from the wings of a queen's insectoid shell, and forging a carousel from the wreckage of pirate fleets.
And as the infant's fragile milk teeth pierced the skin of an alien apple, the dormant spiral of memory began to uncoil. The cold commands heard while floating in the nursery pod, and the pulse of a lover's carotid artery now beside its pillow, began to tear at the boundaries of perception, entangled in quantum discord...