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A dying sun sends shockwaves. In the vacuum gale, two atoms are shipwrecked, and then two and two and two. This clumping lump grows inescapable. In the dark calm, fusion. Black becomes brick, then plasma. In ten million years, the orb blinks an infrared eye. The gale becomes a whirlpool and then a breeze. Rotating faster and faster, the pupil of the star becomes light and heat.

This plasma is alone; many are not so lucky. Their relationship is never equal. One feeds on the other. Occasionally the other will completely implode, providing swift death to both.

Infant stars do not cry; they gradually become brighter.

For ten billion years, there is calm.
Stillness.

For the last few billion years, the plasma is busy creating a skeleton. The first, flimsy structure is helium, which is much too light and quickly burns away. The pressures of life produce lithium, carbon, and finally a solid iron skeleton. But iron cannot grow and without growth, there will be no burning eye.

In old age, the plasma consumes itself. Sickly swelling, the eye glares cold red. Curiously, gut balloons until only skeleton is left. Without food, without flesh, it wastes away to a shriveled shell of itself. Here it appears healthy, all clear light and abundant heat. This is the last lucid state. It does not last long.

A ripple mars the smooth surface. Then calm.

Momentary hesitation. Then the death throes.

Flare. Light. Heat. Death. The star throws away its mortal plasma. Only the iron core is left. The dying sun sends shockwaves.