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Last gasps of a dying star

Glowing shell of ionized gas

Atmospheric loss, increased solar heat

Civilizations facing impending core collapse

Desolation is nigh

Only centuries to prepare

For the exodus from a deathbound home

Frantic scour for a new paradise

To let the chosen few escape

Last chance to unite before the fall

A faint glimmer of ancient class-G light

Aspirations for a new extrasolar home

A frayed lifeline woven on frail probabilities

Desolation is nigh

Final generation on a decaying world

Soon to become a tomb

Frantic toil for a dim future

To let the chosen few escape

Evade the Great Filter

Begin the journey

As the reddening sun paints crimson

the skies of our dying Eden