She was born from the sky

We are all forged from the dust of dead stars, they are molten and as pressure build they explode in a stunning supernovae spreading the heavy metals forged inside their cores across the universe. No one seems to recognise how special this is. I'm the waiting room this means nothing, in a universe it means everything. They mix constantly but one is never seen to the other, maybe that's why she can recognise the glory of her existence,