Myra had grown used to the odd feeling of this old place. Not long after escaping her place of birth, leaving behind an enormous frozen crater where it used to stand, she made her way here. She'd been tired from her exertions and could feel the Sleep coming on. Myra hadn't hesitated despite the oddness she could sense about this place. She entered and found a spot, hidden away. As always her cocoon surrounded her, a protective layer that she did not find at all odd since it had been with her since birth. She could go days and days without sleeping. She remembered one of the white-coated ones commenting on how strange that was. He was the leader of the white-coated ones. He'd insisted she call him "Father" but she would not.
She remembered him speaking into a device he'd called a recorder, commenting on her propensity to find a small corner to sleep, wrapping herself up in a glittering cocoon, surfacing hours later, refreshed and ready for action again.
So Myra had slept.
When she'd awakened, she'd been as refreshed as always and proceeded to explore her surroundings. She didn't get very far when her stomach began to grumble. From the high point she could see a forest. A forest had food...
