I appear as yellow but I'm actually white, Nuclear fusion gives me my bite. Often featured on a coloring page corner, The Universe is my stage and I'm the center of the order. What am I?

I once was fair, with beauty admired, But crossed the wrong goddess and angered her ire. Now crowned with serpents that hiss and sway, One glance from me will end your day.

I eat gas, make it more heavy. When I die, I'm an old Chevy.

Silent cleaners of the deep, they soak up secrets and stories, growing heavier with each tale absorbed, yet always ready for more.

Am I white on black Or black on white? The world may never know