Ladies of the DEAD: part 1

Two hundred and seven years...that's how long it's been since I was charged with the destruction of the universe... two hundred-seven years since I molded by invisible hands for the soul purpose of washing away the memories of every breathing child of the stars. I have lived and died time and time again into different vessels, only to exterminate the race I am born unto...

Every.
Single.
Time.

Nineteen years...nineteen sad and memorable years since I was born into the Yautja.

In the short time I've been among them...
I had waited too long to begin with them. I only recently began with my duties towards the Yautja and I find it is very difficult.

The obstacles I faced drove me to believe I had begun to EARLY.

I then decided it might be for the better if I were to take a pause from my duties to that race and simply listen to the sounds of the cosmos and whenever it may send a calling; a song in the wide, open whole of existence...I must look to see who else has the spotlight of the cosmic floor to dance with.

Dance the dance of order.

Today, I hear someone has-in their folly of mortal sins and blunders-asked me to dance with her.