THE MAKER’S HOUR -- A cinematic science-fiction story Prologue
THE MAKER’S HOUR A cinematic science-fiction story Prologue – The Eternal Traveler In the oldest corners of the universe, where light has grown thin and stars whisper their dying songs, a lone traveler drifted between galaxies. He had been everywhere — across the crimson clouds of Carina, through the glass storms of Kepler IX, beyond the event horizons of twin black holes where time forgot to move. He had no name, no planet, no origin. The civilizations that once worshipped him as a god had long since turned to dust. Only one truth remained: he had seen everything. But eternity, like all things, grows heavy. In the quiet dark between galaxies, he felt something unfamiliar — boredom. He wanted… a reason to care again. And so, in the emptiness, he extended his hand. From the atoms of a dying star he shaped a small sphere, no larger than a child’s toy. He filled it with oceans, mountains, and an atmosphere of blue. He smiled. “A little world,” he mur...