The Samsara of Stars was as massive as the reach of the universe, empty and vast, the only occupants were none other than deceased shells of peak Astral Souls, germinating star seeds, and the Mortal Dao, with the only visitors of this exquisite space being a single mortal and a star he birthed with effort and care sprinkled with lofty ambition.
The mortal floated under the radiant glow of the solar star. The illumination of its brilliance was warm and comfortable to an unnatural extreme, enough to lull one to a slumber that could last for millions upon millions of years. The familiarity of this direct exposure triggered the mortal's latent memories of his past. Both location and warmth were enough. With a hearty and relaxed sigh, the mortal smiled.