
Deep time
Life, once it takes, is stubborn. A living world can stay alive for billions of years, long enough for its small lives to look up, name the stars, and wonder how far the dark goes. You have all the time there is, and for an age, you simply live.

Reaching into the dark
Then the story changes hands. A world that has gathered everything near it learns to reach for what is far. Not to wait for the cold to deliver, the way you once did, but to take, to draw distant worlds across the dark and carry their riches home, and to grow larger still.

Larger still
Far enough into the long after, even a star is not forever. Your own sun will swell into a red giant and the inner worlds will end in its light. But a world that learned to reach does not simply wait for that. It has already become something the universe rarely makes, and the dark, for once, makes room.