Windy whispers working through me, telling me my name.
Sending spirals of fear down, down, down.
Swelling in my breast like fire, Courage, comforting voice.
Sweet lips of honey rejected, I’ve escaped going down, down, down to the grave.
Tender truth holds my hand, Freely given, freely received.
Be like the hind’s feet,
High, high places.
Walking through winter, burning the ground,
Feet like heated bronze, majesty.
Welcome to my heart.
The bright clusters and nebulae of planet Earth’s night sky are often named for flowers or insects, and NGC 6302 is no exception. With an estimated surface temperature of about 250,000 degrees C, the central star of this particular planetary nebula is exceptionally hot though — shining brightly in ultraviolet light but hidden from direct view by a dense torus of dust. This dramatically detailed close-up of the dying star’s nebula was recorded by the upgraded Hubble Space Telescope.