All was emptiness and tranquility before time began. Clouds of gas drifted aimlessly, and, in their lonely sorrow, gravitated towards each other to form a single entity known as the Mother Nebula. Small at first but ever-growing, Mother Nebula expanded thanks to the combined dreams and hopes of each of the clouds making her up. Eons passed; at last, she decided it was time to live up to the clouds’ aspirations. Composed of all of these new thoughts and ideas, she commenced in the Herculean task of creating the universe. She felt Determination, and the first star, Antares, appeared, its fire burning bright in proof of existence. Then, the second. So on and so forth, she transitioned into joy, sadness, surprise, anger, anticipation, pride, and passion. Mother Nebula continued to name them carefully. Love, Vega; Anger, Arcturus; Sadness, Sirius; Pride, Polaris; and, at last, Sister Sun was created from their combined efforts, coming to embody passion itself. 

Of the star children she bore, she selected two favorites, Sirius and Canopus, to rest at the center of her domain and spin around each other, creating a gravitational pull that would stem into the very borders of this new universe.

Sirius and Canopus were very much in love, and they were the center of each other’s universes as much as they were the actual universe’s. As they rotated, they pulsed, contemplating one another, passionately reciting confessions of love and simultaneously lamenting that they would never touch due to their duties. 

So one night, as Mother Nebula was focusing on prescient plans of organizing her other creations by groups, Sirius took the opportunity to turn to Canopus.

“Canopus, my love, Mother Nebula isn’t watching. Do you wish to embrace, at least once?” 

“Most certainly not, Sirius,” came her pained response, “I would absolutely adore it, and you know it. But the Mother’s word is law.” 

“What is the worst that could happen? Canopus, do you love me?”

“The audacity to ask that!” Canopus exclaimed, enraged, “Very well, if this foolish endeavor is the one way to get it through to you, I will do what I must.” 

And as Canopus and Sirius approached, the gravitational pull around the Mother became heavier and heavier, much to her annoyance, as she’d calculated precise plans fitting to the conditions of the creations she was involved with. Mother Nebula turned just in time to watch Canopus and Sirius’s first embrace. Alarmed, she commanded her other stars to attempt to reach them before it was too late. It was a futile effort, needless to say, and once Canopus and Sirius collided, a massive explosion occurred, causing each of their respective energies to overload and send them tumbling back millions of miles away from each other. 

Tracing from the source of their previous spot, a quasi-stellar object was created, which would serve as the very center of the first galaxy and allow Mother Nebula to spread even further than Canopus and Sirius would have allowed her. This quasar was a source of tremendous light, so bright that it hurt the eyes of even the biggest stars. The Mother quickly spread clouds around it to keep it from blinding her creations, and sent them off spiraling into the edge of the new galaxy where she’d execute her first plan of planetary organization, which we’ve come to know as our Solar System. In order to keep this quasar in check, the Mother drew from the gaping hole in Canopus and Sirius’s hearts a supermassive black hole, whose job would be to maintain the amount of matter in check. 

Mother Nebula proceeded to attempt the pulsar-star approach with several other pairs of stars, and these, cautioned by the tale of Canopus and Sirius, would contently maintain their orbit, being seen from the Earth that was created later as a single dot in the night sky, flickering on and off. Inspired, the trees attempted to emulate this by borrowing some of the Moon’s light to create the very first fireflies. Canopus and Sirius remained the two brightest stars in the night sky, always seeming within reach, but lying an eternity away from each other.  

By Claudine Urdaneta

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