"Have you ever seen death? It's a beautiful thing. They break apart and crumble into little flakes of gold. They are returned to the sky where they belong."
I have a goal to get batter at sparkly glitter stuff cause it looks off.
The scenario is not canon to any specific event in the planned story, its more just to show the concept that when monsters die they turn to stardust to keep up the galaxy theme.
My colleague told me to say this cold br Frisk having a nightmare
I need to fucking kill that armored raptor guy I will crush his skull with my hands i will rip of his skin with my nails I will cut him a thousand times using just a rust knife and I´ll drown him in my tears
HOW DOES HE DARE TO BE BETTER THAN MY KITTY CAT
ILL END HIM
and then ill kill myself and turn into star dust so i can kiss ocelot for all eternity
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent; but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.
We live in an explosion so violent that dust woke up and started thinking about it. We are the universe observing and considering itself.
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. The stars died so that you could be here today."
~ Lawrence M. Krauss