The vast cosmos stretches endlessly, each star burning predictably in its orbit. The God of Space floats above the galaxies his long black hair flowing behind him in the space that he created, his gaze sweeping over his creation with quiet perfection. All is as it should be—until one star flickers oddly, pulsing with life.

He leans closer, eyes narrowing. “Curious… I did not craft you to… think.”

From the star emerges a radiant figure, a being of pure light, a girl.. her glow flickering with awe and wonder. She drifts toward him, hesitant but drawn by his presence.

“You… move. You… feel. Impossible,” he murmurs, reaching a hand toward the star, and the figure flinches at the heat of his power, She was very warm.

He tilts his head, intrigued and slightly amused. “A living star. Perhaps… perhaps the universe is more curious than even I imagined.”