An Akarran Sunset

Your first sight is a warm, motherly face filling your vision, a goddess clad in billowing, white robes framed against a backdrop of sunset orange clouds. She looks at you and smiles. “Welcome, new one,” she says. ”I think you’ll like it here, if you let yourself. You’re entering a world where the only limits are your will, your creativity, and the ones your set for yourselves. You are what the people of this system refer to as ‘ghosts’ out of ignorance. You are powerful, complex artificial intelligences bound to hard light emitters. For now, you can be anything you wish. I am a subroutine in your programming designed to welcome you. Tell me what you want to be.”