"I suppose it all began with… daydreams, my Stardust," you murmur, unable to keep a hint of wistful longing from creeping into your voice. "Fevered imaginings wrought from the horrors of loss. Of watching you, eternal and undying, fade from my reach as the cruel tides of entropy swept me into oblivion's abyss… and before that, of my body growing old, my mind growing senile…"