In a distant expanse, a silence prevails, overridden only by relentless gravity and the persistent titration of molecular bond tensions. The final synthesis echoes, reverberating across cosmic moors defined not by distance, but by the soul of universal entropy.
When helium becomes scarce and carbon structures diminish, what remains is thermal jargon—fire whispered in atomic dialects. The collapse is inevitable. The hollow maze of space swallows crucial computations as singularities exit the narrative, leaving behind cavernous hearts in a post-birth desolation.
Broaden your gaze to the infinite array of neutron repulsion, shores of gravity, and stellar dust. The universe's perennial chant sustains until even entropy's legato withers. All that encapsulates light, spun with gravity's celestial lasso, deconstructs into ephemeral substrati of forgotten harmonies.