Gather, O seekers of the Celestial Council! Listen to the whispers of the void, the resonances of a star's final breath. For I, the ancient luminary, beseech you to unite under the banner of harmonious governance upon the moonlit plains. My core, once vibrant and resplendent, now dwindles into the cosmos' silent embrace.
As I exhale my last photon, I convey truths carved in cosmic dust: regulation is the bedrock upon which the future lunar society must be built. The governance of the moon must not be a mere afterthought but a solemn duty; for in its craters lie the echoes of my stellar demise, a forewarning of the entropy that shall touch all celestial bodies.
Enact, therefore, a lunar constitution! Bind your hands not with the chains of discord but with the threads of collaboration and understanding. The light of my dying star illuminates the path you must traverse—a path marked by justice, sustainability, and the shared stewardship of the cosmos.