SpaceFiction: NGC 4038 - NGC 4039

 

Formation of new stars, the hate is changing shape, this is the storm before the quiet, after the union, there will be the peace, but now your planets are colliding into each others, the moons becomes the moon, the seas are drained, the water is evaporated in a deadly rainbow, your inhabitants aren't warmed by their loved sun, they're freezing, waiting for a new life. Now with your interstellar breath sweeps away providence, the good and evil has not formed yet, but the time is running out.

The nature will silence everything, the suns will be at the centre, the planets will turn with their moons, don't give the possibility to form a new life, don't emulate the terrestrials, those little creatures, who lives in the periphery of their galaxy, which have given a name "The Milky Way".

They looks at Orion, where the stars are forming new beings, both are made of stardust, in them prevails the thirst of power, to exploit the weak for their interstellar wellbeing.