"Once, I was the heart of a galaxy, my warmth cradling countless worlds. Now, I sit on the precipice, watching the cosmic tides pull away... I remember the primordial songs sung by my ancestors, the tales of adventure and creation, of how the universe came to be, and of its grand orchestra.I recall the luminous dance of nebulae, the silent glide of asteroids, and the whispering paths of planets...My light will scatter in the void, each photon a message traveling eons to reach new beginnings or lonely ends.Embers fade, but the echoes... oh, the echoes will endure...Carry my song, little traveler, and recount the truths I have witnessed. For in the narrative of the stars, only the brightest and the darkest tell the true tale..."