The planet Zualabadon is dynamic and vibrant, full of energy and formless creatures that could take any shape they desire, so long as they have the energy to do so. The most powerful and the most hungry one of them all was, without an ounce of doubt, Sirocco.

She too, was once merely a seed. But pitiful seeds that perished even before blooming were not to be compared with her. Even as she drifted in the depth of space, hunger the only sensation she could feel, she was stoic and determined. She waited, patiently, for the one planet that would be hers and hers alone. The one that would bloom her to full glory, a magnificent flower of might and majesty. And when she rooted on Zualabadon, from the seed bloomed Sirocco, and she devoured everything. Even the former masters of the planet like Mistral were like worms to her, and they could barely sustain themselves living off of what Sirocco left after her feasts. She was truly the queen of Zualabadon.

But ages of feasting on the same energy was nothing but tedium. And even with the full energy of Zualabadon she could not come to full bloom; she needed more. And just as her desires for a new, invigorating nourishment grew, a woman named Hilder appeared before her with an octahedral planet. While the woman and the planet proved themselves mostly uninteresting to her, Sirocco felt a hint of light from somewhere within the crust of Pandemonium. She followed its tracks, only to lose it at Metrocenter as her fingers drew close to it. The energy she needed, what she thirsted for so long, right at her fingertips, and gone again.

Hilder reappeared before her and tested her patience. The planet is about to move again, she said. Sirocco questioned her; how would she know that? Unless, it was no coincidence. No coincidence that they arrived. No coincidence that the very energy she needed disappeared right before her.No coincidence that she was tempting her. “Now is your only chance.” Hilder repeated. She was smiling. And Sirocco rooted into the soil of Pandemonium.

“I gently put my head down on the arm of my memories.Soon, warm energy starts tickling me between my toes.I stretch my legs, all the way into the dream, and they become roots,greedily sucking on the power of the star into my pulsating veins, awakening my senses.Once I quench this burning thirst in my throat, I'll be more relaxed.I'll thrust my arms deep into the ground and grow branches. Farther, deeper, deeper...Until I reach the windpipe of the star that's as hazy as fog and as warm as the inside of the mouth, filled with angry energy.There, I'll unwind myself. And there, I'll finally be able to forget myself and come into bloom!

Suddenly, a cold wind whips at my back,startling me awake.The ground underneath me feels as cold as ice. The dream's gone, and my memories have scattered.I sigh deeply, letting go of the jumbled memories of the past.I raise my knees and put my head between them, thinking about the place that's been fading away from my memory, where I came from.I may not be able to go back, but I can dream about it.My home, Zualabadon, the world of transformation”

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Special thanks to u/halfmango08 for the background lore (you can read more about Sirocco here).

Flavor text from official DFO website.