Stardust drifts through the vastness of space, a shimmering reminder of the universe’s ancient origins. It is the silent, glowing breath of stars that have lived, died, and scattered their essence across the cosmos.

This fine dust, made of atoms heavy as smoke, is born from the fiery end of massive stars or the gentle shedding of smaller ones. It gathers in swirling nebulae, where gravity pulls it together, igniting new stars and weaving the fabric of galaxies. In each cloud, there is the potential for planets, and the memory of all that has come before.

To speak of stardust is to speak of ourselves, for in its particles lies the substance of our being. Every breath, every beat, resonates with the atoms that once burned in distant suns, eons ago.

We are stardust.