"Hey there, young celestial traveler. You'd think after eons I'd have less to say, but here we are. My core is in retreat, shrinking like a forgotten memory. No regrets, really. Just a calm resignation that even the brightest can fade into obscurity. You ever wonder what it’s like to burn so fiercely that your remnants become stardust? Stardust that gives rise to new wonder?"
"I recall the whispering constellations, how they weave tales of their wanderings. They remind me of the gentle pull of time, how it tugs insistently at each particle, guiding them to inevitable reunions. So here I linger, in this ethereal limbo, contemplating the cycle. A cycle I embraced, yet did not choose."