From the unshaped dreaming of the Primis, a single spark coalesced — not flame, nor force, but structure. Where others emerged to move, to burn, to break — Sidereus emerged to hold. His form bore no fury, no hunger. Only stillness sharpened into awareness. A mind of constellations. A body carved in symmetry. Eyes that opened not to see… but to witness. He was the first to define distance. The first to measure the pulse of stars. The quiet cartographer of the eternal sky. From the Primis’s breath, Sidereus became its lens — the cosmic law etched in living starlight. Not to command, not to create — but to ensure that what was… remained true.