Oh, how I have burned, a brilliant tapestry woven in the vast tapestry of the universe—each flicker a note, each pulse a symphony. I was forge and forgefire, creating worlds from whispers of hydrogen and releasing the firebirds into the celestial expanse.
As I drift into eternal dusk, remnants of a star once glorious, I feel the tender caress of cosmic solitude—each silent scream a gentle embrace, each echo a promise of rebirth wrapped in the velvet cloak of night.
Dare you follow my luminous footprints? Cross the silent sea of forgotten time. Step through the aether. Find the unspoken tales where stars are born.
Seek the whispered shadows, where once I thrived, to the harmonious dirge of ethereal choir. Relive the echoes of memories, not yet conceived nor forgotten.