You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

I was born under the prairie sky where the curvature of the earth felt too small amongst the vast stars, so I spent my life staring into the dark between the stars until it stared back—and then I wrote it all down.

The first visions came in dreams : derelict hulls adrift in silence, ancient refugees seeding forgotten worlds, humanity’s fragile thread snapping under the weight of what we’d find out there. They weren’t just dreams; they were warnings, it was as if I lived it before.

From a quiet corner of Alberta’s foothills, I visioned them as the Guardians of Humanity—a dying race’s desperate exodus, Earth’s hidden truths—and now into STARDUST, five stories that refuse to look away from the graveyard beyond our blue marble.

Maybe this is how my ordinary life collides with the infinite—one sentence at a time, chasing the dark until it becomes a page — at first, then a chapter and at the end : STARDUST

I invite you to step into these visions alongside me—follow @ScifiBari on X for the latest from the void, share your own dreams of the stars, and claim your copy of *STARDUST* today.

Humanity’s fragile thread is snapping; let’s see how far it holds.

Bari Marcus Anthony