"They sing, you see."
Dana gestured at the immense spectacle before them.
"Every star vibrates with a primary frequency - a musical note - with natural harmonics superimposed. And each is different."
"I . . ." whispered Jared.
"To have gathered so many suns, to have arranged them perfectly . . ." Dana sighed. "I wish we knew who they were."
The music filled Jared utterly; a sanctuary for his soul. He stood now in timeless peace, one of a billion enraptured faces held in thrall. Dana would tend to his living needs - and those of the others in her care.
But, sometimes, she wished she could hear.
