Before there was form, there was fury. Before life, a deafening, elemental riot. Our story does not begin in a gentle garden, but within a stellar furnace, where the very dust of dead stars swirled in a nebula of potential. Gravity gathered this dust, this ancient star-ash, into a spinning disk. At its heart, a furious nuclear fire ignited—our Sun. In the cooler, distant rings of that disk, par...
