Affectionate Blue Star, Tao Li Fangfei

In the beginning, there was no up, down, left, right, past or future. There is just an unspeakable "nothing". This nothing is not nothing, but contains all possibilities, like a sleeping, infinitely fertile deep sea. Then, at an immeasurable moment, an idea sprouted. The ripples of this thought are the beginning of time; the light of this thought is the birth of space. An unimaginable great bloom splashed the all-containing, infinitely hot and dense "seed" into a boiling ocean of elementary particles in a trillionth of a second. Light and matter are entangled, collided, created and destroyed. This is not destruction, but the original poem of the universe, the grandest and most enthusiastic prelude before the birth of all things. This chaos is not chaos, but an ultimate abundance. It is the original and oldest home of all stars and all life. It was not until much later that the nebulae began to condense, the stars began to burn, and in the burned dust, eyes that could look back at all of this were finally born. When we gaze at the stars, we are gazing at the fire of creation; every atom in our body began its long journey of 14 billion years in that extreme chaos and splendor.