Fated Celestial Creations

They call it stellar collision,

We call it soul fusion.

Mind pulled through eons of wild motion, orbiting undiscovered universes.

Melding into one radiant spirit, igniting fireworks through the hallow corridors of space.

Two energies melanging west novu with the ancient Earth,

Pulling sparks from each other's cosmos till the explosion no more can hold.

Now, they are called,

The supernova.

 

From cold ashes of collapse, new constellations awaken—stars ignite.

In the hush of darkness, galaxies whisper secrets through silent voids.

Time unfurls at a constant—each moment, a prism of heaven’s light.

Memories spun with stardust birth luminous arcs of divine souls.

The gravity of longing bends the light shared between two astral beings.

Ripples of echoes traverse nebulae, ancient wisdom etched in bold.

In the storm’s aftermath, we shimmer—reborn, made whole—

A tapestry woven from cosmic love, forever retold in scripts of old.

We are stardust, breathing mythical rays.

Force flared from fused fire,

Of combusted lechery, 

from touching against the encoded stars’ seal.

In cluster, we charted a new orb, 

tethered our feral cradle,

To our sage age, 

prudent upon our course.

We are reborn,

 a new sphere for budding stargazers to echo.

Shooting stars, sailing the milky way.

Scarred crystals of spalled chronicles 

Rewritten in the oracle of our new stars-

They call us Magnetar.

Bound by a love that bends spacetime’s will,

We flare in bursts of passion, fierce and true.

Our hearts, magnetic cores, 

aligned in a silent pull,

Drawing constellations from the dust of you and me.

In the hush between pulses, 

your breath becomes mine,

A gravity that holds even when stars fall apart.

We are the storm and the stillness,

A celestial vow etched in the dark.

They call it Quasar.

From the heart of ancient voids, 

a beacon blazes—truth unbound.

Time folds inward, 

revealing echoes of our first breath in creation.

We pulse with the rhythm of creation, 

luminous and loud,

A lighthouse for wandering souls adrift in interstellar death.

Our love, a jet-stream piercing the veil of entropy,

A radiant hymn guiding lost souls through gravity’s maze.

In quantum harmony, we sing—

Each of us the signal, the flare, the phase.

They call it Pulsar.

A rhythm etched in spacetime,

Pulsing with memory’s glow.

Each beat a soft whisper from the cradle of stars,

Spinning tales of love in magnetic resonance.

We each, the keeper of time, the echo of ancient vows,

Our individual light flickers through the void, unwavering,

Marking the path for seekers lost in a stellar drift.

Bound by gravity’s grace, yet free in quantum flight—

We are the pulse, the promise, the eternal return.

We grind through the skyquake,

We dance to the twinkling of our dreams,

Sway to the glory of the meteorite.

We call us Sirius.

Collaboration by Adaeze and Rainier