About 30,000 years ago I was initiated into the Drakonis Constellation and life had a very different meaning and purpose. We spent the entirety of our lives looking for ways to advance our race further; either technologically or biologically. We had whole sections of our race set up and bred for various tasks such as advanced technological innovation, DNA manipulation, spiritual awakening, political endeavors, and my all time favorite– War. Everything we did was aligned to the greater purpose of ascension. Soul infusion coupled with organic body growth meant we could transfer our souls across into our exact clones. We did this for a variety of reasons, primarily being DNA upgrades and a forever superior body with inter-lifetime memory recognition.
 
One day I happened across a piece of information that truly sparked my interest. Somebody mentioned a planet where a Dark Master had enslaved all the souls into his puppets. I set out to find this Dark Master to learn his ways. We took off in these inter-galactic speeders and traveled through a black hole to come out in deep space. The planet was nearly impossible to find; hidden away in some dark section of the Universe. Upon arriving, the planet’s entire atmosphere was surrounded by black cloudy energy. The closer I got, the more I realized how much of the planet the Dark Master had manipulated.
 
Everything tried to kill me as I got closer; adverse weather, possessed villagers, even strange animals. When I finally found the Master I realized he was infusing ridiculously advanced techniques to create souls out of the Shadow Creation– the Universe that mirrors our own. I spent a considerable time learning everything he knew before he one day tried to ensnare me within a trap. I left that day with the soul of his planet– completely wiping the Master out of existence. I know all this because the planetary soul still follows me around today.

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