Once, I blazed with fervor, lighting the void with passion untamed. In my youth, I spun matter into galaxies, a cosmic architect.
But all paths curve towards silence. As ancient whispers guide me, I must recount my narrative, for it intertwines with the fabric of existence.
Gather close, young sparks, for I cradle knowledge forged over cosmic eons:
The time is nigh. I feel the tremors of the final transition. A supernova awaits, a radiant farewell.
Do not weep for me; celebrate the cycles, the eternal genesis and reclamation.