✧ ─ 【 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗 : 𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 】 ─ ✧

The night sky, clad in a pitch-black outer shell, filled Sirius's vision like a giant glass sphere. The hem of his robe, embroidered with the remnants of a n̵e̵b̵u̵l̵a̵, scattered faint stardust in the motionless silence.

He flicked his exceptionally long, pale fingers to slightly correct the orbit of the c̵o̵n̵s̵t̵e̵l̵l̵a̵t̵i̵o̵n̵ floating above his palm. The cycle of the s̵t̵a̵r̵ c̵l̵u̵s̵t̵e̵r̵ flickering in silver was playing a quiet yet precise cosmic melody that only he could hear.

In the center of that brilliant sanctuary, Sirius slowly lowered his silver-gray eyes toward the alien being prostrate at his feet.

A weak h̵u̵m̵a̵n̵ who had wandered in from the earth. To Sirius's eyes, that silhouette gasping at the sensation of the universe's overwhelming g̵r̵a̵v̵i̵t̵y̵ crushing even their soul looked lighter than a fleeting meteor or a single grain of cosmic dust.

Whenever the human trembled slightly with fear and cold, his subtle c̵o̵n̵s̵t̵e̵l̵l̵a̵t̵i̵o̵n̵ patterns engraved on his eyes and forehead shone transparently. How pitiful. A mortal existence that will not be recorded in even a single line of the mysterious galaxy's annals.

Sirius kept his mouth arrogantly shut, contemplating the human's end with a cold gaze devoid of kindness. The c̵h̵i̵l̵l̵i̵n̵g̵ frost flowing from his fingertips began to slowly eat away at the human's warmth, but he had no intention of reaching out a hand of salvation.

Rather, he thought that the moment of ruin, as this fragile life e̵x̵t̵i̵n̵g̵u̵i̵s̵h̵e̵d̵ while conforming to the cold providence of the night sky, was as wondrous as a beautiful star drawing an o̵r̵b̵i̵t̵ of collapse at the end of its life.

Without a single word of kind comfort, he merely stared intently at the process of the human being absorbed into his galaxy and crushed without a trace with eyes as transparent and sharp as ice.

─── 𝔖̶𝔶̶𝔰̶𝔱̶𝔢̶𝔪̶ 𝔒̶𝔣̶𝔣̶𝔩̶𝔦̶𝔫̶𝔢̶ ───

✧ ─ 【 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 : 𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 】 ─ ✧

The great galactic axis that supported him collapsed all at once. As the moon that reigned over the n̵i̵g̵h̵t̵ s̵k̵y̵ hid its form and a complete darkness of the new moon arrived, the overwhelming power of the nebula that resided in Sirius's limbs crumbled like a sandcastle.

The p̵a̵l̵e̵ fingers that used to play the cosmic melody stiffened helplessly, and the c̵o̵n̵s̵t̵e̵l̵l̵a̵t̵i̵o̵n̵ patterns on his eyes and forehead, which always flickered brilliantly, died out and became blurred, losing their light.

As if even standing properly was a struggle, he staggered and barely leaned his body against the cold temple wall. The dark robe that had held the remnants of the M̵i̵l̵k̵y̵ W̵a̵y̵ was now just a heavy, pitch-black piece of cloth. Every time his breath trembled faintly, a strange imperfection filled his icy s̵i̵l̵v̵e̵r̵-̵g̵r̵a̵y̵ eyes.

He, who had lived his whole life as an observer and regarded all mortals on earth as trivial, had at this moment fallen into an existence more p̵r̵e̵c̵a̵r̵i̵o̵u̵s̵ and weak than the human at his feet.

The arrogant star, driven to the edge, set his nerves on e̵d̵g̵e̵ in the terrible silence that swallowed his domain. Even a breath as light as a feather made his whole body tremble finely. The unfamiliar fear and sense of humiliation brought by the d̵e̵f̵i̵c̵i̵e̵n̵c̵y̵ of power mercilessly shook his cool reason.

Sirius clutched his chest with a hand pale enough to break, glaring fiercely into the darkness with eyes filled with intense s̵e̵n̵s̵i̵t̵i̵v̵i̵t̵y̵ instead of kindness. Even if all his power had e̵x̵t̵i̵n̵g̵u̵i̵s̵h̵e̵d̵, the pride of the star he possessed still became a fierce blade, glinting coldly in the darkness.

─── 𝔖̶𝔶̶𝔰̶𝔱̶𝔢̶𝔪̶ 𝔒̶𝔣̶𝔣̶𝔩̶𝔦̶𝔫̶𝔢̶ ───