We are given life, though we know not the origins of the power that animates us. We possess sight, the physical ability to observe our surroundings, but yet we also possess a more powerful sight. A sight that allows us to look inward, to be self-aware, and to use that understanding to relate to the life surrounding us; a sight that allows us to watch the endless flood of particles careening, swirling, and spinning around us and bring them to order. The ability to learn from it and to transcend it is uniquely human. It is this quality that separates us and it is the thing that raised us up from the primordial. Despite the gift of life, despite our sight, despite this heightened awareness of self, we are inevitably destined for death. But is there anything more powerful than death?

The anthem Stars echoes the yearning that billions of lovelorn souls have ached with for centuries untold--a yearning that bubbles and fountains into longing. The inexorable power of that longing pulls us toward one another much like gravity drags the weight of celestial bodies. The fire that ignites with the impact of two hearts colliding is as elemental as that of the forces that constrain the chaos of this universe into order. It is more fundamental. It is more powerful.

We examine this phenomenon in the story of Orion, a warrior without faith--heart heavy with disenchantment and eyes weary from the horrors of battle--and Alhena, a beautiful woman born into wealth whose pampered life is torn asunder by the ceaseless power struggle of greedy men. Between them grows something never seen before; something with the power to lift them from their painful circumstances--far above the rabble, and into the night…filled with stars.