Beyond every conceivable boundary, where reality folds like stellar origami, the Star Weavers emerge: the Cosmic civilization, the Resonants. They have no single form, no defined language, no history as we understand it. Born of dark matter and self-created consciousness, their essential purpose is to transmute reality: to shape space, time, and energy into new patterns of existence. Their palaces drift through fractal dimensions, where every atom sings and every thought molds entire worlds. They know neither hunger nor hatred, but they do know the imperative need to evolve. Recently, some whispers suggest that interaction with the human civilizations may be beginning to alter them in ways still incomprehensible, hinting at a change as profound as it is inevitable.