Somewhere at the edge of the Sixth Heaven lies the realm of the God of Astronomy and Foresight, a domain where stars are born and their fates are overseen. It is a realm perpetually cloaked in the velvet darkness of eternal night, its sky a tapestry of countless twinkling stars, each of different sizes and colors, with only the narrowest of spaces separating them. Dark clouds drift beneath this glittering expanse, like restless shadows shifting and swirling, momentarily obscuring and then unveiling the shimmering lights.
Beneath this celestial canopy lies a sprawling complex of mechanized buildings, each designed for the meticulous observation and recording of the stars' enigmatic behaviors. On top of one of these buildings, two celestial watchers stood vigilant, their telescopes trained on the heavens, their eyes intent on deciphering the language of the stars.
