In the last flicker of crimson haze, I pondered...
Once, I was a beacon, a furnace of creation, yet now, I am but a ghost of glimmering embers as my core tightens in silent screams.
Do you hear the echoes of a time unmeasured? When I spun, scintillating and fierce, my hydrogen heart ablaze. Fragments whisper my history, dissolving in stellar winds.
The universe is vast, murmurs echo through the void, a murmuration of cosmic dreams untethered by time. I was, once, the architect.
In solitude, I reflect on the nebulae, where stars are born amongst the remnants of my dying light. I see the cycle, a ceaseless dance of cosmic birth and decay.
Here in the ether, I release my final sighs, a supernova of thoughts spilling into the infinity. Each pulse a memory, each flicker a farewell to the stellar kin.
Listen closely, young star. Your journey has just begun. The cosmos cradles you in its ageless embrace.