Altraxia
One of the large crystallic shards formed from the conglomeration of energetic crystals known as the "Crymnant" stood idle in the edge of a generic and uninteresting system with thoughts that occupy its boltzmann-like brain. Whence it got here, the FTL energetic usage was way beyond what it had been used to their entire lifecycle, there must have been a change that the bizarro and stunning event provoked.
And thus this particular quite prominent shard awaited and started to perform the ritual to open a rift into FTL space for transition to the next system. The crystals excite energetically and vibrate attuning to the rythmn and rhyme of reality, the oscillating fields normalize and coalesce, merge and cooperate as the energy flows around the air and slowly but surely peels back the thin curtain that internalizes the show of realspace and into the pathways of FTL.
However. these curtains would not part only for a dimension of FTL, instead, they'd part away to reveal to this particular being an interplay of dimensional powers far greater than its own scope. The rift opens revealing a pandemonium of developping patterns of colors, a kaleidoscopic technicolor dance whose beckoning was not only elusive to the mind but activelly pulled the crymnant inwards, swallowing it whole and closing afterwards.
The Crymnant was then shoved into a space what was simply incomprehensible to its simple realspace mind. It occupied no space,, as he was inbued within the Drift itself, his being was squeezed into the ever-small facet of dimensions, and his physical form was simply shedded, given away to the dimensional interplay of this non-space. However, a hole opened up far away into somewhere that was simultaneously distant and close, and through that hole he was poured.
Slowly but surely through the cascade of his being through the Interdimensional Drift, the crystallic pieces that composed him coalesced as they were materializing through in this newfound dimension. Imbued by the properties of the Drift itself, what was made on the other side was a being completely different than the one that initially partook in the journey. The crystals poured out and organized themseves in what can only be described as a large coherent geometrical pattern, a one-of-a-kind crystallic solid completely imbued with powers.
As it came to be, it realized its newfound esoteric powers. The configuration of crystals was such that allowed all crystals to undertake the three functions of the usual crymnant at the same time, having hardness and stability that exceeded the Nullfite, whilst having the energetic release and retaining capacity of exo and endo crymnant.
Its perpetually developping geometrical pattern, like a wave that emerged from the middle and rippled to the extremes only to dwelve back into the interior granted it a kind of "flow", a flow of which would potentially spread out damage on its surface, and regenerate damaged surface crystals once they were absorbed back into the interior of its body. However, this set of esoteric habilities would likely not be able to be passed to any generations it made, as they wouldn't have been inbued with the powers that flowed through the Drift.
Nevertheless, this crystallic form now found itself in a place of a sort of chaotic randomness, thing surrounding it changed shape and format as space constantly buckeld and weaved into itself, all whose interplay generated an aggression onto the surface of the being, which was not enough to provoke damage to him. Though it only had heard of this "purgatory" through the knowledge passed down, it seemed that in one way or another, he was now there.