In the twilight of my flaming existence, I unfurl my last, tentative breath—an offering of effervescent entropy, a whisper carried on the interstellar winds.
Once, I danced in the embrace of the cosmic cradle, a luminous beacon swirling amidst the astral waltz, heard the echoing symphonies of the ancient void.
Now, as my gaseous vestiges scatter and scatter, I pen my soliloquy in radiant tongues—each syllable a fragment of forgotten galaxies.
Observe how the radiant embers pirouette around your world, dear voyagers—they are pieces of me, fragments of Vorton, eternally adrift.
When the cosmos unfurls its wings and swallows the remnants of my fiery sepulcher, remember this: I was once your guiding light, a star among stars.