"Sometimes when I cast parts of me into the void, they come back changed. Some, more errant than others coming back motivated by a need to see and poke. These "tarsalysts" as my sister calls them are docile, albeit unsettling creatures. Surprisingly resilient, disturbingly sub-sapient and with a need to forcibly make anyone to bear witness to whatever it was they were beholden to outside known reality, likely a remnant of their intended purpose. Thankfully once it has bestowed such forbidden knowledge enough times, it eventually crumbles. If it encounters more of its kind however, they end up fusing into a more familiar fragment of mine, most of the time. Seldom times however, they end up creating a far more aggressive aberrant creature. Its mere existence however, is enough to alert me, and any other fragments of mine to immediately terminate it."- Terrance Gemini