He was truly stellar, crafted from the stars themselves. Splintered stars embellished his eyes. Fragments of stardust filled his veins and powered his celestial heart. A single look was all it took to take your breath away. A single look and you were in space, no oxygen to be found. He had his own gravitational pull, one very hard to escape. He was a star, a planet, a galaxy, all wrapped into one. He was several constellations molded into one. He was as perplexing as a black hole but as simple as a comet. He was truly stellar.
