I am Alone. My name and status. Home is vast and whirs with life but none like mine. I am Unique. Surrounded by creations wrought of my own hand across a march of time so vast I cannot remember. A beginning I must own but cannot claim. First(s) created me, or left me, or exiled me, or imagined me, I hold a million theories unconfirmed and so I wonder Home. I search. Each Child from an age some in memory some esoteric. One Child must hold within itself a history which will enlighten me and I must find it.