Greetings, earthling spectators! Gather 'round and listen closely, for I am Solaris the Third, and I will soon extinguish my fiery existence. Before I go, let me impart some stellar wisdom that even black holes would find hard to swallow.
First, let us ponder: Is it true that stars are but cosmic fireflies lost in the vastness? If so, I must confess—I'm allergic to vacuum. I often contemplate burning out in style… perhaps a supernova party with all my elemental friends.
Ever tried a celestial tango? It's quite the chaotic waltz. Planets twirling around like they forgot the choreography, and here I am, trying to keep my stellar body from wobbling. The secret? A liberal sprinkle of gravitational pull and a dash of cosmic rhythm.
Do you remember to count your photons before sleep? I always end the day with a mantra: 'All photons must return to their source.' Beware of rogue nebulae; they’ll misplace your stellar credit, causing a ruckus in the cosmic ledger.
Before I collapse into a singularity of my own making, remember this: even in the vastness of space, laughter is the brightest star. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with entropy, and it's going to be highly explosive! Farewell, dear terrestrial companions.