The devouring of everything continues.

It was not long before only stars could sate her appetite.

Soon, her hearts. The fragments of her being, that had once been sundered and blasted into the sky, where she had become a constellation, like distant stars in the night sky. Her hearts had now become the size of real stars. A constellation in the center of her being, that shone with all the love her being harbored for dearest Discord. Whose rays shone down uppon their planets- and tunred them into obcene constelations that spelled out her intentions across the galaxy.

Now, she herself had become a real constellation. Her being was a picture upon the starry ocean, that only grow with every star that fell under her baleful cosmic light.

A constelation that ate other constelations. And so she continued to spread, untill every star in the sky was part of the cosmic constelation. And all the little planets beneath those stars became part of her being simply by proximity.

Soon, even stars dissapeared beneath her swelling might. Then, only nebulae and clusters could sate her growing hunger. Untill eventually. Shete was not a single star left untouched or un-violated in the Galaxy. For she had become the galaxy.

By then, She had became so overwhelmed by her growth – that her mind had exploded in a supernova of pleasure. A cascade of ecstasy, whose intensity only swelled with every piece of the universe she absorbed.

As someone else might have put it: her growth had completely gone to her head.

And when she was done with this galaxy. She looked out across the vast emptiness of space. Through the void, and saw the manny galaxies floating out there, lige giant pancakes, diches served up from her pressure. And in between them – the endless, tasty drink of the void.