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Humans are insignificant when confronted with the Universe. The myriad collection of celestial objects renders human existence, their actions, thoughts, and very life and death, comparatively, meaningless. The vast emptiness of space dwarfs these faint flickers of light, reducing humanity to momentary spasms of dust. The only way to leave a mark is through sacrifice: slowly carving away at your very flesh and bone to stain the ground perennially red. But what if you could defy this black shroud – pierce through the darkness, more so, overcome and twist it into a blinding iridescent white? How much blood would need to be spilt? How much pain would need to be endured? To forge a will capable of bringing space to its knees: not with any power granted but one born of self-reliance, claimed from within, sourced from a human, weak and insignificant as they may be.