Zmorii
Everything is strange. Yet, how can she say that anything is strange when she has no memory of anything ever being normal? She knows that she had to have had a beginning... or did she? Did she even exist before the beginning of her memory? Was she born into this remnant; this shadow of a world? Now, when she thought hard enough, she did remember a word. A name, perhaps. Ea. And she called herself this. She named many things. She became an explorer. A rediscoverer. She also came to be alone. Very alone.