Tremors within the earth. Ancient, extraterrestrial energies awakening, coalescing, fusing. Energy outbursts melting rock, pressure detonating stalactites and stalagmits older than the Romans, until finally, in a pool of magma, a white shape can be seen.
It stands slowly, unsure of itself, a child waking up for the first time to witness a world of heat and despair. But this thing did not care for either. All that throbbed within its ancient mind was a regret, a sorrow, and a promise. Too old to inmediately remember these things, the white entity simply walked out, following an ancient path that would lead it out of the rock.
When it finally saw the sunlight, it was blinded. But when it looked again, its blue eye, seemingly filled with lightyears of space, reflected the sun, and it absorbed, and it remembered.
For the first time in millenia, it bore its name of Skywatcher