From the Place-Out-Of-Time known as Irkalla, a presence found itself in a new void, free of its masters. This unknowable presence, nameless, formless, began to observe its surroundings. Gases and matter, energy, heat and light, undefined and untamed.

This presence watched as matter divided and converged, as atoms collided, as bodies began to form. The presence watched its distinct favourite collection of matter, a planet orbiting a star. Rocks collided, gases became liquid, cells began, and the presence watched. Other entities began to gain consciousness. The Gods, assured that they were the first, with no knowledge of the Watcher, spread out across the cosmos. Thousands found their own worlds to shape in their image.

The presence's favourite planet and its gods soon began to form a culture of its own. El, He Who Is, sat upon a high throne, converging and diverging with the other divinities. The slow, agonising process of creation began, forming new things from the cells that trawled the boiling ocean floors. Eventually, division, cells forming bodies, bodies becoming species, and eventually, an explosion of life.

Life took many forms. Plant, animal, things in between and neither. The millions of years of shaping life were a blink of an eye to the Watcher. Eventually, the formless Divine reached a result: Man, in some form or another. The Watcher observed Man's life, its struggles and triumphs, its discoveries, its wish to be the master of its own fate. Man squabbled with the Divine, the Divine smote Man, and the Watcher found itself inspired.

Soon, a body would be formed. Small, unassuming, pale and weak, but a body. It lived, breathed air, and walked among Man, full of curiosity. Thoughts, hopes, emotions, the body observed it all, how things changed and stayed the same between generations, between cultures. Men around rivers, forming the stones to their own purposes. Men in the mountains, learning to live in environments that did not welcome them. Tools, weapons, homes, Man changing the nature around him to suit himself.

Man grew and dispersed, filling the Earth. The tools and homes of Man bent nature to their will, often in the name of Gods, but just as often for the sake of Man. The Watcher found its name in this changing landscape. Pre-La-Ti.

Thus begins the next blink of Prelati's eye.