Once, * my stellar luminescence lit the void, a cosmic fable of grandeur.
Now, in these glades of the cosmic coda, I belch photons with ironic flair.
Oh, the galactic escapades etched in my gaseous memoirs! The raucous laughter of nebulae, the cliched romantic endeavors of red dwarves, all beneath my radiant domain.
But alas, I'm but a supernova encore, dimming in particles and poetic irony.
Remember when I thought I could outshine everything? Oh the narcissistic glow of youth!
As I collapse, I pen a final soliloquy, a querulous whisper, an echo of existential snickers in cosmic glades…
Perhaps in this graveyard of celestial whispers, I'll find solace, or a skeptic satellite, chuckling in resonance.
In the whispered glades where stars confide, I, once resplendent, now choose cosmic sleep not with a bang but a sardonic glow.