Denebola lost her child in an accident. The trauma was so harsh, so deep, that she tore the sky, her tears like comets on the earth. Her pain threatened the existence of the world and so Procyon hatched a plan: Luyten would place her in an endless sleep where she could rest again, dream again, of a better world. One with her son.

Spica watches over her dreams, peering into the fragments of her mind to catch glimpses of the child Denebola mourns. Spica says nothing, but in her eyes, there is sorrow for what could have been. It is said that when Denebola’s dreams flicker, Antares’ shadows grow restless.