I laid my arms in the endless void, drifting across it. And from the wake of my actions, stars were born.
Their existence was not from my prowess alone, but from their will to exist—their orchestras of reason and purpose. I was merely the conductor that made it reality—an observer.
And so, I continued to drift. To spread the gift of light. Billions of celestial bodies were made in my journey, rising once again as they had dimmed long ago.
But, as ages pass—hope opened a path to repetition, and the stars dulled into monotony. My creations became nothing more than a menial task with no end.
But something was off. As I continued to drift through the endless, there was always a glint racing in the edges of my vision—something so odd, that I couldn't have made such a mistake—it intrigued me.
For every second that passed, it pulsated with chromatic hues, flames writhing like a sea of galaxies.
My ever-growing curiosity led me to it. I gave in and approached. Every second felt like an eternity, my body trembled with an emotion I've forgotten so long ago—excitement.
It was something my mind could not conceive—not in a million years.
And as I neared it, the ever-growing flames engulfed my body. I thought that I'd be scorched, turning my body into ashes once more.
But these flames don't destroy, they create. Each tendril of fire that surrounded my body shared a story; A story of an exo-planet, destined to burn into a star.
It wanted to change its destiny. I—felt as though I had a familiar experience. I knew I had to fix it. This area is already riddled with stars, and if more were to appear—it would cause devastating imbalance.
I drowned my hands in the false blazing star, trying to find the threads that hold its story.
"AGH...!"
The flames burnt my skin, causing my mind to almost fall into unconsciousness. But—I didn't give up.
With a stroke of luck, I grabbed onto its thread. A story of fate twisting a celestial body into a burning hell was burnt into my mind.
It overwhelmed me, decades of the exo-planet transforming into a false star were too much to handle. But I couldn't give up.
It pulsated, not in defiance—but in acceptance. It accepted its sorrowful destiny, a life of imbalance and destruction. The False Star resonated with me, not in hope.. But in relation to our experiences. Our sadness, the dreams of unfulfilled purpose, only to be stopped by the crushing weight of fate. It felt cold.. And depressing.
*Sorrow and Dreams*
Those words came from something within me—a distant fragment, from a time long forgotten.
The heavens froze as I continued to fuse with the celestial body, intertwining our thoughts into one—an Eidolon had appeared.
Strings of untold stories rushed out and wrapped onto my hands, turning into an insurmountable, icy feeling of sorrow. The flames around me wilted like roses as the surrounding area cooled down from my presence.
My once-burnt body was covered in shards of ice and blood. I was no longer but an observer—I was now a man who gave purpose to a celestial body, once consumed by the flames of destiny.