In the far depths of outer space was the Sun.
Around it were numerous quasi-Dyson Sphere on one half of the Sun. An international treaty between all six civilizations, in which they all collectively agreed not to impede the light from the Sun to their planet, was the sole reason that the half facing Gaia remained as it was.
Among the quasi-Dyson Sphere, however, was none other than an astronomically titanic being.
A giant.
A particularly giant, giant. One that was the size of a moon, or perhaps even a small planet.
His hands were spread, welcoming the light and the heat of the Sun while his eyes were closed.
His face was slackened in slumber.
His body was bare, allowing it to absorb as much light and heat as he sought.
He had slumbered for centuries, simply consuming the power of the Sun.
Nothing had ever dared to wake him up, for who could possibly withstand his wrath or even his attention?
Nothing until that day.
