The cosmic web is woven with filaments.
These filaments are built up of billions and billions of superclusters, threaded galaxies entanged by dark matter which bonds each one together. Supernovas, nebulas, black holes, stars, planets, life, death, the list contunues on in unkown ways...
In appearance, they similarly have a shared likeness to nerve endings and nuerons. These essential supernetworks of the living are responsible for allowing life to "feel" and formulate memories, things that uniquly add depth to what it means to be sentient. The cosmos are alive even at it's molecular state, that being us, and the multifacited systems that are found in the depths of our feelings and memories.
Our origins, simplifed, lie within this planet, there have been many mothers before her but she has raised us. What kind of lecacy will we the children build? Will it be full of color and tenderness, homage to tradition but freedom to progress?