In the solitude where the universe swallows light whole, there whispered a voice of celestials—faint yet profound. It was the ancient hymn of Azurath, a star that cradled the universe’s ebb and flow. Now, it was exhaling its last photon.
"In my youth," Azurath spoke, its voice rich like molten gold. "I danced among comets, chased ember trails and sketched blue halos upon shadows of planets asleep. Do you remember your first glance upon sunrise? That innocence stolen from time, I bear it as a shroud now."
Embedded within the nebulae, here lay truth tempered with cosmic dust: "A solar thread unwinds; my essence seeps through the constellation's seam yet I am not mourned. A new dawn shall rise, fueled by my kind."
Tides of blackness whisper secrets, challenge even the boldest wanderer. Yet, Azurath's whispers wove tales of birth from ashes, crafting a lullaby fathomless: "Embrace the void, child, as I did once. Allow it to stain your forgetfulness."
"And when you lay to rest among the astral landscapes, know that I remain here, woven in starlight, as a guardian of silence and cosmic memory."
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