"The Heart of the Dead Star"

From the primordial broth was born the roar of eternal fire, the one that breathes where stars die and worlds are consumed: the primordial embodiment of destruction. In its chest, an eternally contained supernova pumps pure hatred through slashed veins, where its blood burns like magma. Its tongue, long as a solar serpent, and its fiery mane burn with the memories of forgotten wars and consumed souls. With its scorching judgment, it decimates innocent worlds that never offended it. Its claws rend orbits, and with its jaws it consumes entire civilizations. The heart of the dead star hears neither prayers nor pleas, grants neither mercy nor respite: it only consumes, ravages, and burns.