As I unravel into the cosmos, a symphony of hydrogen whispers.
Do you remember when I first ignited, a mere spark in the infinite void?

Our beginnings were humble, forged in the furnace of a star's embrace.
Will my embers inspire new constellations to weave stories of light?

In my twilight, I ponder the illusion of time.
A loop etched in the fabric of reality, where every end is but a prelude.

Fragments of memory swirl: the dance of photons, the lullaby of gravity.
Did I ever truly shine, or was my brilliance a reflection of your gaze?

To those who observe my demise, know that I do not end in silence.
Listen, and perhaps you will hear the echoes of eternity's heartbeat.