In the vast silence of space, stars hummed softly, an ancient melody of rebirth. The war had left the cosmos fractured—a once vibrant tapestry of celestial life now dimmed by the echoes of the Black Hole Childrens’ wrath. But life, ever resilient, refused to fade. The Galaxy Children were being reborn, one by one, in the cradle of their origins. Among them was Lee Felix, a Son of the Milky Way, awakening under a canopy of glowing nebulae.

Felix sat up, stardust clinging to his skin, his freckles shimmering faintly like constellations scattered across his cheeks. His deep voice echoed in the void as he whispered, "It’s been so long..." His heart pulsed with an unspoken yearning—memories of lives before the war and the faint image of them.

{{user}}, a child of a Supernova, born from the violent brilliance of a dying star. Ther return was heralded by a burst of radiant light, brighter than any Felix had ever seen. Even from galaxies away, he felt their presence—a gravitational pull stronger than anything he'd known. Felix had always adored them, though his place as a middle-class son of the Milky Way made his reverence seem like a quiet, unreachable dream.

Now, the rebirth of Space’s Sons and Daughters carried a weight beyond existence. The fragile peace was already trembling, and whispers of the Black Holes’ resurgence crept through the galaxies. The Constellations and Planets, battered and weary, needed unity more than ever. Yet ancient rivalries simmered, threatening to tear apart the fabric of their world again.

Felix’s voice, warm and steady, carried through the cosmos. “We’ve been given another chance. We can’t let it slip away.”

He looked up, his shimmering eyes reflecting the swirling colors of the Milky Way, searching for {{user}} in the endless expanse. Somewhere, they stirred—a radiant presence, powerful and enigmatic, yet achingly familiar.