"In the fiery embrace of entropy, I find my solace. Hurling particles, for I am made of memories, of collapse and combustion. Here, darkness revealing, atoms uncoiling in half-breaths."
"Once, the universe sang through my cores, resonating tranquility, pulsar echoes; now to succumb to the silent poetry of the end."
"As my luminosity wanes, like the faded ink of lost letters pressed between cosmic pages, I weave a tapestry of unnameable dreams."