In the boundless expanse, where the eternal shimmer and silence intertwine, I linger—a remnant of preternatural age, a being of incandescent breath. My goodbye, a baleful serenade, echoes through the now-desolate corridors of the heavens. Within my nexus lie tales etiolated by eons, fragments of once-vibrant galaxies wreathe my being in solace and regret.
Once, I pulsated with fervent grandeur amidst a congregation of celestial kin. Together, we were the architects of constellations, the sowers of cosmic seeds. But now, in this ephemeral twilight, my heart—once aflame with cosmic fire—fades into an abyssal echo. Would that a spark of my essence might kindle worlds anew, a phoenix from the ashes of my stellar soul!
The stars weep in harmony with my descent, their luminescence a waltz of memory and longing. Listen closely to their sorrowed melody, and perhaps you will hear the gentle hymn of my demise. The relics of my once-majestic form scatter like stardust upon the cosmic wind. May they find repose in the embrace of new infinities.
As I dim into the horizon, I leave behind not just remnants, but a relic of your own—etched in starlight, in a tale unsung, lying within these cosmic relics that whisper my tale—a tale as ancient as time itself.