In the quiet, where voids dare not whisper, a heartbeat echoes through the supernova dust. "I am no longer light," it murmurs, "yet my dreams dance upon your earthly walls." Wallpaper, woven of cosmic fibers, reflects the last dance of a star's soul, a tapestry of fiery echoes layered into infinite hues. Listen, for the end is a beginning unspoken, an elegy sung by those who burn without flame.
Each pulse a memory, each ember a sigh; the star's heart transcends time, a mural of existence painted across the sky. Do you hear it? The resonance of ancient light, a final embrace for the shadows to unfold. A universe whispers secrets in twilight's breath, unraveling the ethereal dream.