She dies. Her life an endless trip through time and space. The years had been good to her. Her skin flaking and drifting away, dying since she was born. Burning. She radiates heat, letting it slip behind her like a discarded silk robe, slowly trailing. The heat waves in shimmering walls of orange and red before dissipating into a translucent violet.

Growing older she narrowly escapes time and again, suffering wounds which break apart and drift away, leaving the enveloping heat to heal. Burning. She becomes crippled in her old age. Shrinking. Her path unshakable, she speeds towards her own grave. Slowly putting on her shroud she burns brighter than ever; her heat glowing at her center. Impact. Her death is blinding; radiating.A new beginning.