In the heart of absolute emptiness, a dark star was born, not from light, but from the darkness itself. It did not shine—instead, it absorbed all light around it, as if carrying the weight of every silence in the universe. Its existence was solitary, and no living eyes ever saw its glow, for where it emerged, hope vanished. Created by ancient and forgotten forces, the dark star was a reflection of nothingness—a reminder that even darkness can have form and will. And so it drifted between galaxies, an eternal void pulsing in silence.