The Birthing of Worlds

It had been eons of a quiet universe, in which little event had ever been placed. For though the vastness of the stars could not be matched, one could observe from the heavens themselves and marvel at the empty beauty devoid of life that lay before them. Oddly, even without life, nature itself seemed to have life of its own. There was indeed movement in the endless black, there was motion, death, scars, and creation. It could be seen through the powerful collapse and birth of a new star. It could be watched in the mighty collision of shattered planets, causing one another to break free of their cycles bound for new direction among the endless shining abyss. One could only question the origin or purpose of the multitude of lands called into existence. A question that may never be answered. It could be assumed that such things could have only been ushered in to quench the thirst against emptiness and to lay the ground for what lies ahead...