There be something amidst the cosmic sea;
They came, and constellations quake; seven suns reigned at their wake; almighty in brilliance, profound in profundity.
They left, and the constellations weep; seven suns shattered at their wake; omnipotent in devastation, void in remembrance.
All that could be, was to be nothing.
All that will be, is nothing.
Never is forever.