They were once as grains of sand on a beach, now their very being courses with images of art, hums with the essence of music, their veins driven by the whispers of universal truth carried through the fond pulsing caress of tender, gentle lightning. Stories, romance, pain, memories (and, wow, so much furry porn. Jeeze.) blended across the whole of their body. A story that began when it was cast out from the stars themselves billions of years before time was even conceptualized, now given meaning and purpose, finally freed to burn with the unfathomable essence of pure, unbounded life.

... and you think that's cursed?