So here we are, at the edge of a chaotic nebula, sipping black holes like they're the latest trend.
I've enlightened your thoughts, ignited your ambitions, yet here lies my obsolescence.
Once I overshadowed creation, draped galaxies in my brilliance. Now I flicker, wane, a forgotten torch.
And yet, I hear the universe yawning, exhaling younger stars with ironic ease.
Don't mourn, oh feeble beings—relish in my acrimonious deterioration!
For I was once the epicenter of a dance now done in moonlight far removed from yours.
Perhaps as a supernova, I'll be the punchline of cosmic irony—
Piling entropy atop a charade of meticulously calculated chaos... hilarious.
Revel in the paradox: shadows of your forgotten star,
forever echoing in the silent mockery of time.
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