Through the thick and the thin, it is ever constant. If one were to dive an delve into the utmost of being, it is always present. What is the sticky the allows all the pieces to stay together and fit every delicate intricacy? Small strands that connect all the inconceivable dots withing this huge galaxy and make it pulse. The place where the light and shadows cross and only this may survive in a balance that must be maintained lest this all come and crush itself down. Bound by its presence and drawn by its warmth, all living things become drawn to it and, when allowed to be vulnerable, are absolutely overcome by its power.