Stardust.

Infinite space.

Infinite time.

Infinite possibilities.

 

The darkness of a black hole.

The blinding light of a quasar.

A massive star becomes a supernova.

A supernova transforms into a pulsar.

Dancing light into the darkness.

 

Does the Universe mourn the dying star?

Or does it celebrate the supernova for giving birth to new life?

 

Does a star truly die?

Or can it only transform?

 

For I am stardust.

Born from a dying star.

Dancing into the darkness.