As the last burst of yellow kisses the void, I unravel. Currents of passion linger upon the precipice of dissolution, entwining with the dark ribbons of space. I am a luminary on the brink, my whispers echoing in the vacuum, weaving tales of longing and fiery embrace.
Do the stars know my name? Do they murmur it in their sleep as I fade, cradled by the spiral arms of a galactic ballet? Each flicker a heartbeat, each wane a sigh, I linger in the currents, a lover's shadow upon the cosmos.
Once, I was a forge of desires, igniting the void with flames of romance, shepherding a flock of planets wrapped in stars' embers. Now, I release them with trembling hands, my light a distant memory, a soft lamentation mingling with celestial winds.
Follow the trace of the nebulae to understand the whispers of their glow.
Visit the Origins of Stardust, where every particle tells a story of love and separation.
Celebrate the dance of dying and rebirth. Amidst the silence, I am alive.