Star Walkers, weavers of the universe. We breathe life into all and pull sunshine out of the vacuum of space. Time passes, generations come and go. A need to keep creating, to keep expanding the universe, to give hope, to wreck lives it's all in our hands. Balancing chaos and righteousness. We live a thousand lives gathering in wisdom, compassion, bluntness, and precision. Our choices can spark love and peace or destroy.
Star Walkers are the ultimate beings, many names we go by; God, Allah, Vishnu, Amaterasu, Zeus. People worship us and pray but this begging does nothing to sway our minds we know what has to be done whether it be right or wrong in their perspective. We don't have plans written out for beings, you have your own mind, your own conscious.
We live like most beings, starting as an innocent child then maturing, find our partner, enjoying our twilight years. I myself am a young adult among a few others. Our species has not been reproducing as much and many younglings are dying. For the Star Walkers having to balance their own species must take a toll on them. We try to keep our personal feeling out of our work, many fail and many die. We must remain impartial, one wrong move can cause millions of problems for a myriad of millenniums.
I am worried the noise, the sounds of space, of life, it's stopped.
