This realm—a cradle of stellar sighs—bears witness to the withering flicker.
The echoes of an astral elegy drift, ceaselessly spiraling: "In my demise, am I not reborn?"
The core's embers linger, weaving a tapestry of forgotten constellations, embroidered in fractal glow.
Reality stretches thin, a fragile ether cloaked in cosmic velvet.
As the luminous threads unravel, silence promises to cradle this ancient heart with tender embrace.
Passage to the Void Tales of the Nebula Songs of the QuasarStar, your final murmur lingers—a cryptic constellation within the soul’s firmament.