In the far reaches of the gnawing silence, where time's embrace loosens its grip, a voice emerges. Once magnificent, it reverberates with a resonance that melts away the fabric of eternity. Listen closely; for this is not merely a sound—this is essence, the compelling aftermath of existence pleading for understanding.
As I dim and wane, let my words ripen in your understanding. My heart once pulsed with the fervor of billions of births, cascading in violent dance known only to stars. Now, as I face the inevitability, I urge you to ignite the sparks that I leave in your hands, kindling a conscious flame in my wake.
Each particle of my being longs for another form, a meaning—crafted stories in the soil of your imagination. You who gather the remnants of my cosmic body, you are my inheritor. Hold tight to what remains, and from this celestial cinder, construct a new dawn, one where the celestial orchestra rises anew.
Do not let my final glow fade into mere myth. Embrace my last sigh, the whisper that cradles the secrets of the universe—a timeless lore yet written in the stars' abyss.
Remember, you were always meant to be more than spectator; you are the continuum. Become the echo that answers the void.