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[i]It has been said that the song of the Cephlon rings eternal in time of strife and sorrow. Certain dedicated Cephlonologists would tell you otherwise; that the song is ever present, always ringing through the heavens like the voice of some cosmological choir of angels. The song can vary, some will hear an inspiring chorus of the most slow, heavenly melodies known to any species that inhabits this mortal realm, and some will hear a song that speaks of unimaginable sorrow: a harrowing tale in music of the sadness of existence. It is not known what causes such variations in what one may hear when exposed to the song, but some believe that it is subjective, and one will hear what one is destined to hear. The scientific value of the term: ‘destiny’ was almost nonexistent before the Cephalrrior revealed themselves to the galactic community at large, it was an idiom that the academics of a thousand worlds would scoff their noses at. But since that day upon which they came from the stars and looked upon us with the eyes of Mothers and Fathers, it became apparent to us that we do not know all there is to know, and if any species were to come close, it would be they.[/i]

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It was within Orion that their greatest period came to be. In that small cluster of stars surrounding Siroivra did they solidify their lasting legacy within the cosmos. It was within a single shaded corner of this region of space, a great giant of the night pulsed and swelled in death throes; a star of slightly-larger-than-sol proportions fell unstable within its final years. It had swollen and bloated with a force that it knew not, it’s surface reddening to the deep hue of blood red fire as it struggled to maintain itself, consuming heavier and heavier elements in a last ditch effort to balance itself. The star feared death, and the Cephalrrior had been there to comfort it in the dying of its light.

[i]The star cries[/i] they had spoken to one another. [i]The star does not want to leave this world[/i]. Three Titans and twelve Cephalion had hung above the corona of the celestial light for some years, to calm its final moments, to prepare it for the chaos it would become. They were known as the Starlight Cephaol, those philanthropic beasts who dedicated their long lives to the comfort and preservation of the light of the cosmos, the stars themselves. 
How many untold times they had been present for the last glimmer of life from a star, and been present to scatter its elemental ashes amongst the void so that new life may emerge from its aftermath. Some young cultures had called them angels, others defined them as their creators; a notion that was not entirely untrue in some cases. Even they, across their long lives, had lost track of just how many had risen up through their seeding of precious elements across the cosmos. 

They had learnt so many things from their study of the dying light, precious secrets known to few, and understood by fewer still. To know of the secrets of the universe was their goal, to ensure that it remained calm and collected and peaceful, not to be wracked with fear at the idea of its own mortality. Even the universe was defined by a limit, and each star was a functional part of the universe, an aperture through which everything gazed out upon the undeniable beauty of the cosmic dance. 
Perhaps only they could hear the sounds of crying stars. For we certainly cannot. It would be unwise to assume their understanding is only presumed, for the Starlight Cephaol were here long before us, and they will continue to be here after we too have passed into ashes. 

They had drifted through Orion for longer than any, when it was empty and static, not alight with the fire of life and motion, when it was just them, sailing through cosmic winds along glistening darkness, unperturbed by what man and his ilk has made of the heavens. So it was not to come as a surprise when the Starlight Cephaol had sung a song to Orion, asking them to pay their respects to the star that had made its home there for longer than any conflict had raged. It came in the form of a song of sorrow, and those who heard it would understand. 

[i]The Star is coming to an end, and it fears the day it will die. Pray, beings of this sector, show it that its life was not in vain.[/i]