wait I misread that.
It is not the apocalypse, but rather a gas cloud that blocks out light from other stars and is in fact the stuff dreams are made of . . . or wishes rather . . . that being, stars. The swirling mass of cosmic debris in the cloud eventual forms its own stars, the kiss of dreams, and these will come to hang in our celestial view for all time. Its a wish to build a dream on.
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