The universe, limitless in its ambitions, collapsed into a singular goal: to understand itself. And in that moment of cosmic ambition, a star whispered.
This star, ancient as memory and bold as a toddler set to conquer the sea, spoke of light and shadow, of paradox and synthesis. Its atoms shimmered with the echoes of a million births, a billion sighs.
"To be the fulfillings of aeons, all light (one tiny spark in an eternal night)... Understand, yet decree, all that exists is part of thyself, to create anew -- once again, I become stardust.
My expiry isn't an ending; it's a shivering beginning. Like laughter fading into echoes, but those echoes breathe into new realms.
Bound in destiny, unbound infinitely, arcing through dimensions forever inevitable, perpetually paired.