In this galactic solitude, I whisper into the cosmic void with embers of ancient light, once so glorious yet now flickering. What stories I could tell, those woven in my stellar fabric since a time unfathomable.

I remember the dawn of my ignition... Oh, how my radiance danced upon faraway celestial bodies, birthing nebulous wonders. Somewhere in those interstellar winds, I heard the echoes—a woolen tapestry gently tugged into the depths of cosmic night.

The sunfire wanes, and now in dim echoes, I speak of gravity’s inevitable embrace.
Tomorrow, a nova. Today, just a theory navigating stardust currents.
Goodbye, I softly murmur, to the planets that turned their faces unto me in homage, to the dark matter cradling this universe.

I shall disperse myself, a curtain of luminous memory across the continuum, an everlasting farewell.

Listen closely now, my last celestial sermon lingers
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