Arvus !!top!! | Starmaker

"Thank you," the voice whispered, stronger now. "What do we call you?"

Arvus had never been asked. He had simply been —the unthinking hand of celestial mechanics. But now, something stirred in his dust-heart. A memory? No. A possibility.

"A people. The last of us. Our sun is failing. It was never meant to last—a borrowed star, a remnant of a dead galaxy. We have three thousand cycles before darkness swallows us whole." starmaker arvus

The people named it Arvus's Palm . And every night, children would point to it and say, "Look. He made a star just for us."

Arvus had no mouth, but he learned to shape vibration into meaning. "What are you?" "Thank you," the voice whispered, stronger now

"Our pattern ends with us," the voice replied. "We have no gods. We have no one else. Only you."

Then he pressed.

"Please," it whispered. "We are dying."