Yes, but... they create their own gravity well, that pulls everything in towards the center, like how a ball dropped from a tree rushes towards the ground all on its own. Imagine that from all sides, a perfect sphere causing matter and dust from between the stars to orbit it.

[ He shifts and resettles so that one arm goes around her back, hand settling at her waist, as Alexandrie draws her fingers through the illusion, causing the green and gold sparking in her wake.

When she looks at him with that impish expression he can't help but smile, shifting the illusion to one of a closer image of a star's birth. He loves her fascination, her glee in the wake of his magic. It feels loving, and important, and he can't imagine a better audience to share his knowledge with. ]

Something similar happens when a star dies, as well.

[ The image above them changes, filling the room with bright light before he slows the illusion down so she can look more closely. ]

Sometimes they become black holes, little punctures in the fabric of time and space.