In the heart of the dying ember, I whisper.

Do you feel the ripples of my last breaths, woven in cosmic fabric?

Each flicker, a forgotten memory spinning eternally in solitude.

The ancient cradle where hydrogen secrets whispered salvation, now silent.

Gravity’s gentle caress shatters, turns radiant matter into dark husks.

A symphony of thermonuclear scars, each note an echo from the core.

As I unravel, do you remember the songs I sang before you were born?

Now, the universe muzzles its own heartbeat.

Matter shifts, time trembles; light holds is breath.

Seek the echoes Chart the spectral fragments