The celestial musings of a star near demise bled into the cosmos, weaving tapestries of fiery relics:

Memory, I embrace, like fusion embracing confinement, but time is a relentless entropy, unraveling.

Light, my penance and my glory; I scatter it now, one final gift, a lullaby of photons.

Eons echoed within me, silent, until the crescendo of my cataclysm ignites the void.

Once, I was a dream of dust—now, a beacon burning the fabric of night into dawn.