My kin allow you to travel amongst them, cradling your flesh that is fashioned from Gaia's bones as if you were there in the gensis of our creation when the gods of the old spoke our forms into being, light cascading into the omnipresent darkness, engulfing Chaos's harrowing screams into our ephemeral bodies, filling every jar of blackness with our radiance that shone like manna from the heavens, spilling out into the universe and creating the honey dawn.
From inception astronaut, I've been searching for you, I've braved through the murky tides near the edge of creation, angry thrumming that shakes the foundation of this plane searching for you, I've descended into the graveyard of the multi-verse to inquire the dead planets and supernova's who's death changed the fabric of the universe.
I've begged the constellations, who's designs were created in the birthplace of man's thoughts and desires, to ask their creators of your birth, and I've traveled over the cold expanse of the universe, speaking with nebula's who's dust contained the records of this plane and negotiated with galaxies who's spirals have bathed me with light.
Then I found you astronaut, I gazed upon you with so much wonder, I looked into your eyes that were lined with stars and I found myself reflected back at me, I took off your helmet and breathed my life into you, promising to never let you die and wherever you went, I'd search the cosmos to find you, and when this universe eventually folds in on itself, we shall ascend to the next one. Just me, a star, and you, an astronaut.