Starmaker Arvus 〈1080p · 2K〉

Arvus had no hands, no eyes, no heart—at least not in the way mortals understood such things. He was a consciousness woven from cosmic dust and the echoes of dead quasars, and his purpose was simple: to make stars.

For ten billion years, he had drifted through the Veil of Unformed Light, pressing his awareness against raw nebulae until they kindled into fusion. He had shaped blue supergiants for empires that would rise and fall before their light reached the nearest world. He had coaxed gentle red dwarfs into being, tucking them into the arms of spiral galaxies like lanterns for lost travelers. The universe called him Starmaker, and he worked alone. starmaker arvus

Arvus extended his perception through the crack. There: a small, yellowish star, already guttering like a candle in a storm. And orbiting it, a single world of silver cities and silent oceans. The people were fragile things of calcium and water, but their minds burned with a fierce, beautiful terror. Arvus had no hands, no eyes, no heart—at