Do you know the sun that looks on us is not the first one?
Like trees, suns grow bigger and bigger, then fall, and from their decayed wood, new suns grow.
Before our sun, there were two more and this story begins in the first of them.
So long ago that suns had not yet fallen to the ground, and thus there was no land or water only wind… and fire.
These suns did not have squirrels, not like we know them. There were people living there, but it was a life of fire and wind, and bigger than anything we can imagine now.
The fire-beings from the first suns lived long, and lived well, but in time, the first suns died, and with them most of the beings did too.
But some of them managed to build themselves wings to fly off the ancinent fire-trees and escaped, and lived.
At first, they were elated. But then, they understood a terrible thing: they were now alone. there was no one else to talk to, and no trees to find them.
And it wold take an enormous amount of time for new people to be born in new trees so the wisest of
them had an idea.
They created smaller creatures like themselves, big as the fire trees, and hung them on every single new sun, and to them they told: you must teach the new children that are born in your trees how to talk,
so someday they will be able to find us.
And for a long, long time, the new creatures have lived in the new suns, caring for the dreams of every single new being born.
They are the Dream Queens of the Giver of Shapes.