In the silent whispers of the cosmos, constellations weave tapestries of dreams. Once, the bear danced, twirling light, creating shadowboxes of forgotten fairy tales.
Children on Earth gaze upwards, cheeks smudged with stardust, tracing lines between dots. "Look, it's a bunny!" one exclaims. Little do they know, the bunny seeds crave flesh.
On this night, the skies plotted mischief. Great Orion unzipped, revealing the void's marrow, and giggled like a mad god, sending shivers where nightlings dared not to tread.