I wish I can take the popcorn to the dream

Perhaps my absurd trail of light once influenced the trajectory of the star, but such matters no longer be about me. I will journey to the very end of potential energy’s dark abyss, while the stars will end up their lives in this swelling splendor.

But my heart remains cold as ice. Even if I am engulfed by the heat of the star, I know this truth: I will inevitably return to the cold void, to nothingness. For I have traveled too far, too wide, and I will continue, forever onward.

Yet the star remain unmoved, as if they will burn eternally, generating boundless heat spontaneously, as though happiness were born out of nothing.

As I speed through the boundless cosmos, the pull of stellar gravity cannot bind me, nor can I alter the stars in the slightest. Passing by it, I was ignited streaks of light as the wake, I was astonished for the sudden surge in temperature.