A start of a fledgling story. The stars are alive, and their will is made manifest on reality though their Apostles. Yet, across spacetime, across the eons of the Astral Ocean, one star rejects the Accords, for better or worse. Mostly worse. Sol is depressed and shut off. Yeah, Polaris checks in every year or so, but life doesn't feel worth it.  Until a girl a hundred lightyears away calls his name with her dying breaths.