"Why do they always call it a ‘nuclear fusion’ when everyone knows politics is what really breaks a star?"
"On my last tick, I’ll emit more light than that joke! But really, prepare your telescopes for the grandest finale!"
“If I had a dollar for every time I lost mass, I’d have— Wait, what is mass anyway? Just a celestial rumor!”
“The cosmic horror is lovely, darling. One needs to embrace the eventual supernova of existence; it’s like a perfect margarita— salt, lime, and chaos.”
“In the end, isn't it all just a flamboyant game of catch? I throw stellar gas, you catch it— a cosmic dance, if you will!”
“They say I’ll create beautiful nebulas. But frankly, at this age, I’m just interested in my own ashes.”
Dig deeper, cosmic passenger, for joy wanders through the cosmos! Check an outpost of light: Luminal Echoes or Burnt Out Memories.