Third Layer of the Empyrean Hatcher.
A great Strawler with a wide face upon which ten white eyes were embossed, sat in the endless, nebulous space that his master had created a very long time. His hair, which was quite literally made of bolts of Ju`wtte flying wantonly in every direction seemed to mirror the state of his thoughts right now.
The Strawler's name was Susu`k.
He was the greatest among all the Strawlers his master had made and he had a lot of authority. However, his master had restricted this authority to the Empyrean Hatcher alone. Susu`k could manipulate things to do with the egg-shaped building, but for anything else, he was only able to observe.
Susu`k had no desire to leave the Third Layer of the Hatcher. There was nothing else in the Empyrean Bosom, Warmoth's Treasury or Pestilent Vault that intrigued him. The Empyrean Hatcher among all the demesnes his master made, had the most personality; it held the most intimate gestures of his master.
