From within a half a small planet’s worth of rock laid a cold and fading tomb. A tomb in absolute shambles and only growing more diminished in time. In that distant time there was once a goddess who was loved by any who were hungry because she fed them. The bliss of a sweet fruit bursting its juices to nourish and bring life that was Faythe. And her world came to an end with her on it she slept a great many years until those who had found her shrine and excavated it’s remains began to wish for her existence again. This time, the sad truth became clear very quickly, she was no longer an everlasting tree but a small short lived wild flower in comparison. Short lived but she has prolonged for ages further than most she had ever met.

She was her grabbing handfuls of long cold soil. Life can still grow here and maybe she can bring life a memory of ages past. She was excited to find out. With enough dirt to fill a large jar she stuck it in a sack and headed back to her hover. Her suit weighs heavy on her body. It’s not like she’d die out here but she couldn’t breathe in this vacuum either.

She puttered back to andromeda and sundered through the crowd back to her little stall in a crowded market place. When she hung up her suit people could see she wasn’t an old woman or a healthy one either. Her colors were pale and her face was sunken in. Her stall was full of produce for sale. Ones popular amongst the regular clientele no doubt. Some were hard to come by. All Faythe needs is one item and she can make plenty more.

She sat and placed her product presentably for everyone to come and do business.