THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES rang throughout existence and broke the silence of a tomblike void. Only the brave and the truly valiant could hear the life-bringing melody of the cosmos spreading in a slow ripple throughout the firmament. The discordant hidden melody of life cascaded from the heavenly dome imbuing every creature worthy of this boon with a vital spark of existence. Every night, its cascade of stardust renewed the ancient contract with life. Every night, all lifeforms were again baptised in the cardinal wellspring of existence. The stars granted life, and in return they got to witness all what made humans into the precious and yet frail beings that they were. Love, envy, joy, hate, and above all their need to create beauty. The faraway stars, and the godly beings residing in the magnificence of what orbited in the heavenly domain, doted on these last additions to the spiritual realms as any zealous parent does with their progeny.

The light was a beacon of peace, a call to calmness, a promise of unity and ceasing of pain.

And this night it tried to reach another lost soul caught in the timeworn cosmic struggle antecedent to all mortal life.

Weird Tales of London

Reality fades out under the echo of the death screams of millions, blood of immortals, and the uncertainty of a forked road which leads to a new future, for humans and earth and their Guardians.