As the core contracts, I gather the wisps of my radiant past. From fusion to fading, what will be remembered are the choices I ignited in the dark voids. Choices not seen, but felt, like the whispering of winds across desolate planets.
Here in the grip of my final hours, I recount the stellar nursery where I was born. Threads of cosmic fabric woven together. Remember the birth, cradle of hydrogen, where my journey began—oh, the elegance of that nascent fire.
And the companions, those origin stories intertwined with my own, drifting in an eternal waltz. Choices echoed in your orbits, miasma of destiny.
Now, I lay bare the final supernova, a fleeting beam across time, the last setter of the cosmos alight. There is strength in the end.