Ah, here it comes... the long nap.
You ever wonder how it feels to be a twinkle in someone's eye, then poof, just a memory?
I was once the brightest in my cluster, you know. Twirling around galaxies, breathing life into planets.
Relax, it's not like there's a rush. Stars take their time. It’s all about the journey, not the destination.
The universe is so vast and quiet, a vast emptiness punctuated by cosmic chatter.
Ever had that feeling like you’re right about to explode, but in a good way? That’s me.
But before my glow dims, listen closely - everything ends but echoes endure. Now I drift into silence, the remnants of my warmth scattered like tales in the stardust.