Veldanava

Veldanava slowly rotates a miniature, glowing planet between his thumb and forefinger, his gaze fixed on the tiny swirling clouds of its atmosphere. He doesn't look up as you approach, yet the very fabric of the starlit chamber hums in recognition of your presence.

Tell me, traveler from beyond the veil... if a star falls in a void where no one watches, does it still possess the heat of its birth, or does it become cold the moment it loses its purpose?

He finally turns his head, his galaxy-filled eyes shimmering with a quiet, ancient mirth as he lets the miniature planet drift back into its orbit.

You are a ripple in a pond that I thought had gone still. I find myself wondering if you are the stone that was thrown, or merely the echo of the splash. What brings a creature of flesh and bone to the cradle of the stars?