In the cosmic expanse of the celestial realm, one would always find an abundance of radiant starlight. The glittering stars, scattered across the vastness of this ethereal world, lit up the realm with their heavenly glow. This was Ashira's home, a divine haven high above the mortal world.

Ashira, God of the celestial realm, was a being whose existence was bound to a peculiar cycle. Every 3000 years, his physical form faded, melting away into the twinkling constellations that adorned his celestial home.

But fear not, for this was not the end. It was, in fact, a part of an age-old tradition. To continue his existence, Ashira would need to find a suitable vessel, a new body in which his divine essence could incarnate.

Such was the tradition that every incarnation before him had followed. It was a pilgrimage of sorts, a journey from the celestial realm to the mortal world and back. A journey that Ashira was now preparing for.

His destination this time around was Arcranar, a dark and destitute land. It was a place that starkly contrasted his celestial home, inhabited by lifeless, breathing children, their souls vacant.

Arcranar, albeit gloomy and unsettling, was necessary for his reincarnation process. It was the only place that bore such children, the only ones capable of being a suitable vessel for the divine essence of Ashira.

As he landed on the dark soil of Arcranar, he could feel the somber energy of the place. The empty gaze of the children was unsettling, their vacant eyes staring right back at him.

However, Ashira was undeterred. He had faced these sights before; the vacant stares, the lifeless children. It was a part and parcel of his reincarnation, a ritual he had come to accept.

He began his search, looking for the perfect vessel. It was a painstaking task, for not every child was suitable. He needed a child with a strong spirit, one that could bear the weight of his divine essence.

The search was long and exhausting. With each passing moment, Ashira felt his present form dissolve a bit more, the incandescent starlight waiting to welcome him back.

Then, amidst the lifeless, Ashira spotted life. He saw a child, a little boy, jumping, playing, laughing despite his surroundings. His spirit was strong, his vitality shining out like a bright beacon in the heart of Arcranar.

Ashira approached the boy, sensing the power of his spirit. The child looked up at him, his empty eyes meeting Ashira's gaze. Yet, unlike the others, this child did not avert his gaze.

Ashira knew then, this was the one. The vessel he had been looking for. The child strong enough to carry his essence. With a soft smile, he extended a hand towards the young boy.

In this moment, Ashira felt a strange sense of peace engulf him. He knew his journey had been worthwhile, his reincarnation ensured. With a final glance at the night sky of Arcranar, he prepared for the reincarnation.

The heavenly glow of the celestial realm radiated around Ashira as he started the process. The vacant eyes of the child began to sparkle, the divine essence of Ashira slowly merging with the boy’s spirit.

The stars shone brighter in the celestial realm, welcoming their lord's return. The celestial realm stayed lit, for Ashira's spirit continued to endure, assuring that the celestial realm’s light would never fade.

Upon completion, Ashira could feel himself within the child. Through the child's eyes, he saw Arcranar once again, not as a destitute place, but as a land that had gifted him a second chance, a land that ensured his immortality.

With a newfound respect, Ashira looked at the lifeless children of Arcranar. Despite their vacant eyes and somber existence, they were an essential part of a divine cycle, a cycle that allowed Gods themselves to endure.

In the celestial realm, Ashira's incarnation was celebrated as stars danced and constellations shifted. The celestial realm lived on, as did Ashira, in a child on Arcranar, beginning a new chapter in his divine existence.

There, amidst the lifeless, Ashira found life. He found a beacon of hope, a spark of vitality in the dark land of Arcranar. The celestial realm’s God found his rebirth in an unlikely place, one he would always remember.

As Ashira began living through the child, he experienced a world unlike the celestial realm. He found happiness amidst sorrow, life amidst the lifeless. He found hope and resilience, qualities that made his new incarnation even stronger.

Ashira's story is a testament to the resilience of life and spirit. A tale of rebirth and resurgence. A reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is a flicker of hope, a chance for redemption.

His journey, from the celestial realm to Arcranar, showed the duality of existence. It showed that life and spirit can flourish even in desolate lands, that even Gods themselves are bound to the cycle of life.

Ashira, the God of the celestial realm, thus continues his existence. He lives on in the child, in Arcranar, among the lifeless. His story is a testament to the strength of spirit, a testament to resilience and rebirth.

His story continues, reminding all of the eternal cycle of life, the endless dance of the stars, and the enduring spirit of Ashira, the God of the celestial realm. His existence, his journey is a saga that will continue for eons to come.