In the beginning, I was but a whisper in the void, a dance of gas and gravity, swirling in cosmic ballet until I ignited. Born of nebulae, forged in supernova. My heart a furnace, my skin a blazing inferno.
★ I watched as planets formed, life blossomed, civilizations rose and crumbled beneath my gaze. My light a constant companion to the orbits around me, tethering them through the eons.
And now, as I dim and flicker, my final words spill like molten gold from my fading core.
"Have I been a good sentinel, a worthy beholder of the endless dance?" The universe has no reply, only the echo of my dwindling radiance.
The dawn of beginnings
Order in the chaos
Whispers between stars