A Star is born.
It grows.
Brighter. And Brighter.
Hot enough to grow life.
Human civilization begins.
Our pointless lives.
Our Sun.
Tears itself down.
Dies.
Our pointless lives.
Deteriorate.
And End.
A Star is born.
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