When the Cosmos burst into light and heat, and motion; when progress, beginning and the end became a concept, Rinne was born. He was the gossamer strands of moonlight itself, and the orichalcum burning rays of the sun. He was light, and heat, and motion. He was the very journey from beginning to end-- progress.
When he fell from the Heavens, and crashed into the bountiful seas of Creation, he was yet without form. He lived in the light, and the heat, and the sound. He spoke with the waves of the sea, and the sounds of the sky, he chased the rose bloom of sunsets and sunrises on the pinions of light.
Finally, when he felt the world was too vast, and too lonely, he gave himself a form, carved from moonlight itself.