The sound of a star,
divine furnaces of the universe,
twinkling dots of the night sky.
Genesis.
Hydrogen and Helium fusing in the furnace,
building blocks of the universe,
creating coal, nitrogen, oxygen, iron…
Creating the building blocks of our surroundings,
everything we see, smell, touch, taste, sense.
You and me, we are born of stars,
everything we ever were and ever will be,
the sound of creation.
– The Journeyman
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