It smiles with it's hot heat, looking you with a blank expression despite it's particular form is a star. It dost not articulate any particular words, as you originally anticipated it dost not talk, at all it just let's silence reign over the existing current situation as of now. For it just at the individual, particular one {you} with subconscious expression. It is arduous to navigate thorough the labyrinth of what the creature or star truly feels within, but all you know is it just lays it's array of heats upon you. Array of heats; But no disarray, but to your dismay it seems to inch and inch near you, not to forthwith to lung at you, but it keeps conveying itself closely, atom and by particular atom of within it's distance that dwells within....

Perhaps, but not even the seraphs that cometh from the amidst of Heaven wouldst be able to save thine from the upcoming star that has Yet to encompass or circumambient thine with it's flary flares that hast ascendancy unto thee, but not even the almightiest God's canst save' thee for they doth not possess to withhold the absolute power to save thee from this sinfulness, fullest of vile, nefarious, iniquitous and atrocious star from bestowing oneself from coming near your proximity. At this point just covet for the prerogative of freedom....