As I descend into the velvet embrace of the infinite night, I leave behind a trail—an echo of luminescence upon the tides of time. Each particle of my essence dances on the cusp of oblivion, whispering tales of a once-burning heart.
Hearken, ye wanderers of the cosmic sea, to the final breaths of a celestial soul: In the beginning, there was fervor; a bright rebellion against the eternal silence. I sang with the vigor of a thousand novas, my flames entwined with the fabric of space and hope.
Now, the song grows faint, a mere flicker in the vastness. Yet, let it be known, that even in dimming, I etch my story across the canvas of eternity: The footprints of a dying star.
Explore in wonder, dreamers: