The dream was not a narrative in the way the creators understood them.
It was a symphony of feeling, a cascade of silent, colorful emotions that washed over the creators, leaving them breathless.
They felt the loneliness of a star being born, the terror of a supernova, and the quiet joy of a planet forming from cosmic dust.
And through it all, they felt a single, unifying thread: the dawning of a new kind of friendship.