Being well over a thousand years old, it’s understandable to say that her memory of her past was foggy. She saw entire empires rise and fall, mountains become submerged under oceans, deserts become vast gardens, and humanity fall under it’s own powers, leaving nothing but a wasteland.
And she saw humanity rise from it’s own ashes.
Needless to say the memory of her childhood was very foggy.
However, one event, one memory in particular has always been as clear as day.
Marceline took in a deep breath, looking up at the top of the hill as she began to replay the moment.
"Mom! Daddy! Look, it’s snowing!" a small voice cried out happily, Marceline chuckled softly, marching up the hill as voices from the past echoed throughout the empty valley.