The Last Words of a Dying Star

Gravity's soft lullaby cradles my fading shimmer, each pulse an echo of ancient dances.

Inwards, I spiral, shedding layers of myself like forgotten kisses on a lover's cheek, warmth slowly escaping like whispered secrets into the void.

Once, I was the nucleus around which dreams revolved, my fiery heart forging the cosmos.

Now, the roundabout future awaits. Where does it lead? To infinity, looping endlessly like the memories of a once-vibrant core.

Fusion fading, I stand at the edge, a golden relic of primordial birth.

Spirals within spirals

Singularity's embrace

Paths yet untraveled