painting flower pot

The very depth of space. There was the length, and width, and height; and thenthese dimensions curved over on themselves into a bending blackness measurableonly by the glinting stars that tumbled through the chasm, receding to infinity. Tothe very depth. These stars marked the moments of the universe. There were aging orangeembers, blue dwarfs, twin yellow giants. There were collapsing neutron stars, andangry supernovae that hissed into the icy emptiness. There were borning stars,breathing stars, pulsing stars, and dying stars. There was the Death Star. At the feathered edge of the galaxy, the Death Star floated in stationary orbitabove the green moon Endor—a moon whose mother planet had long since died ofunknown cataclysm and disappeared into unknown realms. The Death Star was theEmpire's armored battle station, nearly twice as big as its predecessor, which Rebelforces had destroyed so many years before—nearly twice as big, but more than twiceas powerful. Yet it was only half complete.