In a time forgotten by a mortal's subconscious, events unfolded that haunt him even now, internal chains in the spiral that moves the universe, like an eternal screw twisting endlessly.
The mortal turned kidnapper cast his despair toward the feminine charms of original sin. He never loved, never fell in love… always with his gaze to the ground, women slipped away amidst his despair and extravagance, wasted nights and dawns, rich in torment and emptiness. He lived only to sin, feeding pigs and the humble alike, while the crescent moons watched, mourning his desolate existence.
The Moon Sisters decided to give him purpose, a reason to feel useful, to protect something beyond his ego: thus a Human Star was born… a Woman who shone with her own light, loving the egocentric man who barely knew her. He fell in love the moment he saw her descend upon his boat in calm waters, yet he feared she was from hell. But her radiant smile calmed his soul, while she held the sword of death in her hand.
The Moons almost punished him for a fleeting thought, but seeing the stillness of his soul, they let him approach the Star. He realized he would live only for her, abandoning a life of extreme libertinage, devoting himself entirely. Their love shone with its own light, breaking free from the monotonous spiral of destiny.
In love, he died with his head held high, and the Star, living longer than him, returned to the night sky, stationed above his grave, waiting for his soul. Yet the man, a sinner, had to pay for his deeds. The Star died, and her soul was sought by the man across the Universe… fading into extinction.