In a distant corner of the galaxy, the asteroids of the belt wept and wailed.
For in their midst, a lone star had been extinguished, leaving the belt in an existential crisis.
The belt's residents whispered among themselves, "What is our purpose, now that the star that binds us has gone out?"
A young asteroid named Zeta spoke up, "I think our purpose is to be a cosmic pinata of doom! We shall crash and burn, bringing forth new life!"
The other asteroids looked on in horror. "But Zeta, that's not our purpose," they cried. "Our purpose is to be a beautiful, shining belt of wonder!"
Zeta shrugged. "Well, either way, we're still going to crash and burn. Might as well make it dramatic."
And so the belt wept and wailed, its purpose uncertain, its fate all but sealed.
But little did they know, a group of space travelers had caught wind of the belt's plight. They came to the belt's aid, armed with a plan to revive the extinguished star.
Or so they thought.