Alas, my fiery end is but a flicker in the cosmic joke. Did I really burn for enlightenment, or was it mere entertainment?

In this labyrinth of gleaming glass, my supernova will be remembered as a curious spectacle, not the grand finale.

Ponder, dear observer: is the universe a vast show, and are we but audience and actors entwined?

As I dim into oblivion, consider the irony: the echoes might just be the mirrors laughing at their own reflection.

In the end: a flicker, a silent scream of light, and a reminder that stars too have their existential crises.