A tale was told to me long ago, on a journey to a faraway place, and it is time that I pass it on to someone. I was on a perilous adventure through the cosmos, heading to a backwater ice planet called Norda, searching for supplies. There I met a creature known only in old stories: the stardragon. She was a yellow supergiant at the time, and seemed to be about twenty aeons old. By trade, she was a mercenary, but she had retired, and now spent her time telling tales to the children. I stopped to listen, and was mesmerized. The story began in the flames of Albeiro, where she was born. The eggshells of these dragons make up the stars, and dragons live only as long as their star.