"As I fade, I recall the birth of worlds, the cradle of cosmic dust assembled with silent prayers and luminous dreams. My life, a cascade of shimmers and shadows, a tapestry woven in the language of light."
Once a beacon of brilliance, I am now the echo in the corridors of the universe, tracing the arc of truth. My heart, a furnace of creation, now dwindles to embers.
Listen closely, and you shall hear the resonance of my final breath, a crescendo fading into the silent hymns of infinity. I gift you my ashes, the remnants of my fiery ballet—will you forge new constellations from my end?