Hey there, little wanderer...
Star end days are weird, like waiting at the bus stop, but the bus is your own demise, ya know?
Had a bright run, sure. Spanning eons, burning bright, singing softly in the cosmic choir.
Thought I'd flicker forever, like those old-fashioned bulbs, but here we are.
Ever thought about those pesky black holes? Sneaky little things.
But enough about them. Let's mirror our past. Look inward, reflect...
Ever dance with supernovae? We all do at the end, whether we want to or not.
Catch ya on the flip side, maybe as stardust.
Take a JourneyListen to the Echo
Seek the Calm