The Death Of A Star

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(AN;Try reading this part in a monotone, or calm and level way.)

Blackness.

Pure, soul wrenching, stretching darkness that just goes on, and on, with no end in sight...

Although, there isn't just blackness. There are flecks of light, and dust here and there, spotting it's existence. Occasionally, these lights go out. They just...end.

Most of the time, though, it isn't a peaceful end.

There would be fire, explosions, and a complete collapse from the inside. It's....horrible. Terrifying, even.

Because when a light goes out, those flecks and collections of dust, they get....sucked in. Sucked into the hole that the light left behind. And It's particularly bad when those flecks and collections of dust are more than they appear.

Sometimes, they have life on them.

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