Beyond the world of mankind lies a place, untouched by time, not bound by the laws of gravity and gazed upon by the eyes of mortals.
The stars, ever so shining, cast their faint light and glimmer as a symbol of hope to the realm below. Cold and distant, yet even they weren't eternal — glowing in silent defiance of the void surrounding them.
Yet beyond the ethereal light known as stars and the constellation that mankind named and worshiped lay another place as old as time memorial.
Beyond them lie the heavens.
Not the heavens spoken of in scripture nor those whispered about in bedtime stories with winged angels carrying the righteous through the clouds to eternal hapiness.
No golden gates.
The heavens grow ever brighter with age, their brilliance surpassing the comprehension mere mortals would never understand. The radiance they emitted wasn't a byproduct of energy but comprehension itself.
