Some time passed, and I was again consulted, I was informed that the ‘dark matter’ was getting closer together, no longer being pushed apart by the light. Their explanation was something like that when it got cold enough the vacuum of space contracts in on itself, atoms collapse, and everything starts coming together in a cascade until it all rushes towards the centre of the cascade and explodes into a quasar.
Some nearby galaxies had collapsed in on themselves and reignited. Their questions were whether they should stay here and wait for this dark matter galaxy to collapse in on itself like the others, or to go to another that is already shining.
My recommendation was to go, as they may get crushed along with the other debris or die during the explosion of the new galaxy. Though there was the understanding that so long as the star continued to shine here, the peripheral vacuum would stay warm enough to avoid collapse. Ideally they would only go to the new galaxy when it is safe to do so.
Next they asked me about transportation and I recommended star gates. It was a technology they had not used in a long time as it was energy intensive and there were not many stars around, and lots of local resources. I said it was worth the energy to get the star gates going, so they can go to the new galaxy, they could test it slowly and make sure people return successfully before sending more.
In the end my followers decided to split my head in half, with my left side going to the new galaxy, and the right side staying in this one. Being split in half didn’t feel great, especially by such large distances, but I did some meditation and stayed with it.
Eventually the last of the torch keepers that kept the star gate open for any that wished to leave this galaxy before it’s collapse came through, and carried the other half of my face with me. It was a joyous reunion. They made me a body out of stone to overlook the new galaxy. There were many fireworks over the years as the cosmos recreated itself, old galaxies collapsing into new ones, until once again the sky was full of living galaxies flush with life. An eye of Earth watching on.