The sky, vast, ever changing, and ever alone.

Ouranos, the god which formed the shelter for all children of Gaia, has watched from above for eons. He was hardly spoken of among gods, never worshipped among man, and overshadowed by his equals.

Until one day, a single star floated close to him. Their eyes shined, a new star, not older than a few centuries, greeted him with wide eyes.

"Hello, little star." He spoke softly, "What brings you so high up?"