As the nuclear heart begins its squeeze, gentle pulsations resonate through the fabric of time. Gravitational embrace loosens, revealing nebulous whispers—all litanies of birthing light.
The last words of Celestia, she who wore a corona of dancing plasmaglow, resound in soliloquy, echoing through corridors untouched by gravity and reason. A hushed lament: “I have birthed stars, scattered like petals upon the dark.”
Amongst fragmented atoms, destinies weave destinies—silent voyagers in the galactic sea. Beyond the veil, the palpable wanderlust of dust and plasma await the gentle coax of time to surrender their journeys.
What whispers follow where lips cannot tread? The cosmic chart holds: trails of ether, paths of boundless luminescence. Dare you follow?
And as she dims, one last solar soliloquy: “In my twilight, all infinity sings.”
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