Restart: Darkly through the mirror [Episode 67262]

It had been old when the world was young. It had been old when It had plunged to the Earth in a trail of fire and Its arrival had killed off many of Earth's species at the time.

It was powerful.

It had been powerful and arrogant and vain when It had walked the paths of the stars first an eon ago. It had lost the arrogance when It discovered others walking the paths in a lost age. It had fought. It had lost. It had learned pain and had fled in that pain long and long ago.

It was in pain.

The pain had grown over the ages, something It had never been able to completely banish despite Its power. It had found a new source of power within Itself and grown stronger for Its earlier failure.

It hated.

It was old and had been in pain for quite a long time. There was Itself, there was the pain, and everything outside Itself was hated.

Finally It had learned a measure of peace, for It had learned to sleep.

In sleep It had still hated, and It was still powerful, but the constant companion of pain had been distanced. Therefore, in Its estimation, It had found the the first thing that It did not hate - and that was sleep.

It had grown over the ages It had slept, though the cause of the pain had never healed, for It was not sentient in the manner of humans and tool using races.

So waking It up was a really really bad idea.