Short Tales on Some Nameless Stars

The Secret Dwarfs and Giants Where Shamans Escape to Other Realms

The Journey of a Rogue Star to an Ever Changing Destination

They Heard the Battle Screams of an Aztec War

Neutronic Pulses Behind a Vaporous Veil

Luminous Spheres of Scorching Gas that Dot the Night Sky

In the beginning, before the stars had names and the void between galaxies knew silence, there existed The Secret Dwarfs and Giants. Not celestial bodies, but ancient beings—primordial architects who shaped the laws of matter and mythology. The Giants forged stars from the breath of chaos; the Dwarfs etched hidden paths through space that only the most enlightened could find. These paths were not merely roads, but bridges to realms unseen.

Far beyond the veil of our reality, where shamans escape to other realms, sacred conclaves gathered. Cloaked in shadow and time, the shamans prepared for a convergence—the return of a rogue star, an exiled entity with a core of white fire and memory of battles long forgotten. One night, as the rogue star brushed the edge of a forgotten system, they heard the battle screams of an Aztec war. Not through ears, but through space itself. The screams rode on waves of memory locked in the starlight—echoes of obsidian blades and blood-stained pyramids, trapped in the fabric of time.

The shamans, tethered by ethereal cords to the rogue star, witnessed it pass through a region swathed in a cosmic fog—neutronic pulses behind a vaporous veil. Here, dead stars whispered secrets in bursts of muted lightning. It remembered the luminous watchers—spheres of scorching gas that dot the night sky, each a sentinel, each a lock on a prison that once held something ancient… and hungry.

As the star approached the core of the shifting realm, the dwarfs’ paths lit up once more, and the giants stirred from slumber. Somewhere between scream and silence, gas and fire, myth and math, a choice burned like fire in the rogue star’s heart. And so, the story continues—across the stars, between the screams of the past and the pulses of the future.