No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. Henceforth, he shall walk.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful blue star... that fell to pestilence, and rotted inside and out. The more its people clung to life, the more they suffered. Until they cursed not the illness, but their fellow corrupted. Those who lived and festered, those who died and decayed... and the very last of them wished they had never been born at all.

In a faraway place, a brilliant star eradicated disease... before destroying the selfsame lives it had saved. Its people sought ever greater freedoms no matter the cost... they tried to buy peace with fire and steel... and when one asked, "What is the point?" there were none left to answer.

Farther still existed a star without strife... where none remembered life's trials- or its joys. What its people had gained from ease, they lost to apathy. So they created the kindest, most gentle of beasts. Its steps were light, and its gift was as painless as it was beautiful. Bathed in its golden glow, they all slept happily ever after...