Tiny fissures began to appear in the shells which had transformed in color from azure to teal. Soon they would fade to slate and then finally arctic gray when the shells were no longer needed.

The Cracking had begun. One egg preceded the other in its journey by only a single nano. And yet, at the end of the process the two Swoons would emerge and be as different as Halt and Turn.

As the cracks spread across the shell, the eggs began to roll. The motion ignited the vigor of the delivery.

Throughout the galaxy of Nigh, a river of joy began to flow. Timbres of felicity and rhythmic odes of optimism rang out, sung by the select few who survived the recent cataclysm of worlds.

It was a celebration of salvation. And the promise that a rebirth of Swoons might bring to weary souls that had clung to razor sharp cliffs of hope for a millennium of Turns.

As soon as the Cracking had concluded, the two new beings emerged, unprotected. The legendary gift of Swoon had not yet been blessed upon the neophytes. It would take many Turns for their power and potential to fully mature.

Both newborn Swoons were in mortal danger.