Starmaker Story Arvus [upd] -

Remember what? they would ask, in dreams.

The High Council of Makers—silent, logical beings of crystalline thought—issued a decree. Emotion is entropy. Art is inefficiency. Submit your throat to the Logic Loom. starmaker story arvus

Arvus refused. "If I cannot mourn the dying of a dwarf star," he said, "then I am not a Maker. I am a machine." Remember what

Arvus wandered the periphery of the cosmos, a broken phonograph. He sang suns that never warmed. He wept black holes that never consumed. He became a myth even to himself. For eons, he drifted. Until he found the Graveyard of Intentions —a region of space where failed creations went to be forgotten. Here lay the skeletons of aborted galaxies, the fossils of never-were gods. Remember what? they would ask