In the embrace of infinite night, where silence is symphonic and time stretches like the shadows of forgotten planets, Solara spoke. Once vibrant and resplendent, a beacon to wanderers, her voice now trembled with the gravity of decay.
"I have danced with nebulae and cast shadows upon the moons of distant worlds. I have seen the birth of stars in the cradle of collapse, and the stillness that follows the radiant chaos. To you, I offer my final light, a whisper of my glowing heart as it screams into the void."
As she spoke, her flames flickered with the stories of a thousand ages, tales woven with the fabric of stardust and cosmic winds. Each word poured forth like molten gold, illuminating the vastness of space with memories of stellar births and the sighs of dying worlds.