In the vast abyss, where time forgets its passage, a star begins its final soliloquy. Its voice resonates, a symphony of fading light.
Listen closely, for the halls of eternity hold the last echoes of its existence. Each note, a fragment of eons trapped in a cosmic dance.
Golden radiance wanes, replaced by the soft blue glow of memory. Origins murmur within the confines, like secrets kept too long.
The star’s heart, an ember’s glow, whispers tales of creation, a tapestry woven in heat and silence. The universe pauses, breath held in awe.