The last whispers had trembled through space, tracing paths of light and shadow.
"Do you remember the seeds I scattered?" murmured the ancient oar of light.
"Flecks of potential among the vast soil of night...."
In the celestial garden center, stars plant the roots of future worlds. Here,
nebulae bloom in hues unseen by the naked eye, cultivating a soil rich in
cosmic history and the eventual rebirth of light. Here lies Stella Nova,
a star whose final breaths nurture the growth of celestial flora.
Among the galaxies, a lone orb drifts...
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"As I fade to quiet whispers, may the new light find clarity in the
gardens left behind," the old star murmured, its spectral glow
slowly dimming into eternity.