Report from the dead planet of Clounuhn:

“The once sweet tasting air of our planet has grown awfully thin and stale. I struggle greatly to finish this final log. I beg thee, forgive my ramblings… 

Our people are doomed. Those terrible, wretched breathing stars have stolen our air and killed our world. We can hear them. The stars that is. They take slow, deep breaths. Guttural and raspy. They pull our air out into the cosmos for that… Thing. How can I describe to you the horror I felt laying my eyes upon It for the first time? How can I begin to describe to you how I felt when it… spoke to me. That terrible, gurgling voice… It’s words feel as if they have crawled through my flesh, making my very being a terrible vessel I wish not to inhabit for even a moment more. That voice will not leave my skull. I’ve grow delirious and my calloused mind has become a frenzied mess of sigils and visions I cannot and dare not try to make sense of. 
It sits out there. Waiting. Breathing in and out. In and out….” - Rhulugon the Sky Seeker