The Last Whisper of the Celestial Flame

As I teeter on the brink of oblivion, my luminous tendrils stretch, seeking the embrace of quiet eternity. In this melting moment, the fabric of my existence unravels, spilling cosmic threads woven in stardust and mystery.

Once, I danced amidst the firmament, a beacon of fiery brilliance, illuminating the cradle of time. Now, I am but a fading ember, yearning for the tranquil void beyond the stellar shores.

Listen closely, and you may hear my lament, a sonnet sung by the echoes of slipping light. I whisper to the void, not in fear, but in the serene understanding that all brilliance returns to darkness.

Thus, as my heart of hydrogen and helium contracts to a whisper, I leave you with this cosmic elegy, a reminder that even the mightiest stars must yield to the gentle pull of the infinite.

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