"Beneath the fabric of stellar echoes, I breathe my final nebula. The void hums a lullaby..."
Once, in eons past, I bloomed like a golden flower. My petals radiant, a ballet of fusion. Now, the twilight serenades my descent, embers fall like tears from a forgotten sun.
"Once, there was light; now, only the shadow of my echo remains."
To witness a star's farewell is to embrace eternity.
The curtain falls; the audience unseen, their applause a cascade of cosmic dust.
The final heartbeat resonates across galaxies—an aria of silence.