Genesis of Light
I — Void
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I — Void

Before time, only the dark
and the quiet hunger
of unmade things.

No direction yet. No center. Dust adrift in a cold that had not learned to end. This is where every fire begins — as a want without a name.

II — Gathering

Dust remembered direction.
Gravity whispered a name.

A trillion wanderers lean the same way. The first center is born not by force but by agreement — the universe deciding, quietly, where here should be.

III — Ignition

Pressure became warmth,
warmth became light —
and the dark could not answer.

At the threshold, matter forgets its patience. Hydrogen yields. A fusion sustained by its own gravity: the star is the argument it wins against the cold, again and again.

IV — Radiance

Now it burns,
and the void wears its shadow.

Everything that will be is already on its way — photons set loose four million years from rest, crossing a dark that will never quite recover. A star is the future, arriving.