In the cryptic silence of an expanding cosmos,
where the void whispers forgotten tales,
a star—the elder of lights—crumbles into dusk.
Gather now, the fragments of its final lesson.
"Witness the birth of nebulae from my final sighs,
the cradle of atoms, retribution for all light stolen.
And as chaos churns, remember:
each supernova is a renaissance, not an end."
"To those who wander the paths of remnants:
let not gravity bind your curiosity; defy the orbit,
sip from the chaotic chalice with preserved knowledge,
and find your own zenith beyond the horizon's edge."