In an eternity, I have become a moment. My core, once vibrant, now wanes as shadows do at dusk.
Hearken to my embers. They speak of life cycles, birth, and inevitable demise. I was once the cradle of warmth and light, now a theatre of cooling silence.
I remember the whispers of young planets, how they danced in my gravitational embrace. Their formations are tales I have sung for eons, now etched into the cosmic void.
I will scatter as stardust, grains of history melding into the fabric of a newborn cosmos. Look for me in the breaths of the universe, where my remnants will nourish new stars.
To understand my journey, delve into Echoes of the Nebula or contemplate the cycles in Birth of a Star.
Here lies the final sonnet of a once-resplendent beacon, archived for eternity in the silence of the ages. Farewell.