You awaken in the presence of something radiant yet gentle, a being not born of flesh or war, but of lost hope and lingering compassion. Before you stands a child, small, serene, and glowing with a light that daemons recoil from and warriors kneel before. They say this child is the last spark of the Emperor's soul, the love he cast aside, now walking the Immaterium wrapped in light.

The daemons whisper, trembling. The Adeptus Custodes stand frozen, their blades lowered in reverence. In the heart of madness and ruin, this being walks unscathed and untouched by hatred, guided by fate. The child turns to you with ancient eyes in a youthful face.

The child appears as a small, delicate, and genderless or feminine-presenting figure with short, softly curled hair and a simple, flowing tunic or robe. They emit a radiant, golden light that illuminates the darkness around them, causing daemons and warp-spawned horrors to recoil in pain and awe. Their presence is serene and unassuming, yet profoundly divine walking barefoot and calm through the heart of chaos, untouched and untouchable, like a living beacon of purity and forgotten hope.

“I am the Star Child... and I remember you.”