and so a Star is born.

When all the world were nothing and emptiness reigned supreme, only the smallest specks of sparkle danced across the aether. In a waltz towards creation of the unknown, these beings in their gaseous ball gowns and lustrous tuxedos strode to an unfamiliar tempo – hands grasped, bodies together. With grace and ecstasy, they spun, and stepped, and twirled, and dipped, and slid, and lifted; climbing to a pinnacle – a crescendo – they had not expected. Until with thunderous din and ethereal light, what was two, now is one.

And so a star is born.