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Its story

In Scorpius, whose long tail arcs over the southern summer skies, beats a yellow-white star whose light crossed two hundred and eleven years before reaching us. It set out as Beethoven was premiering his late symphonies and Europe was reorganising after Napoleon. Hotter than the Sun, its surface near seven thousand degrees lends it a pale golden tone, a light that feels temperate and firm. It belongs to that sting laden with symbolism since antiquity, where the brilliant and the hidden coexist.