Hey there, you tiny speck of stardust. You might not realize it, but right now, you're standing in the warm afterglow of my life.
Does it surprise you that a star can talk? I mean, we've been around for eons, watching your kind scurry about on your little blue marble. I guess I've got a few last tales to tell, before I drift into the velvet void.
Once, I danced with ancient comets, our paths intertwining in a cosmic waltz. Other times, I painted the skies of distant worlds with the light of my fiery essence. To you, I may seem distant, yet I was once your sun.
Now, as my brilliant core fades, I feel lighter. There's a freedom in surrendering, in letting go of gravitational ties. You can't imagine the beauty of falling into oblivion, of scattering your essence into the cosmos.
So, what's it like being human? Striving, dreaming, loving, and sometimes just being... as you are now, staring up at a dying star. Remember, every twinkle is a story, and every story is a part of you.
Before I go, a little advice: keep looking up. There's a whole universe out there waiting to be discovered, and every moment is more precious than the last.
When you feel the warmth on your skin, think of me, and smile. I am not gone; I am here, in the light that dances on your face.
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