The Final Games

Once I bore witness to the races of cosmic dust, the symphonies of stars igniting and dying. A slow dance of atoms scattered across the void. The games of the universe, played by unseen hands.

Here lies my final transmission, not as a grand spectacle, but as a whisper across the dark: a reminder that everything, even the immortal, must face an end. I fade, but not before recounting the last moments of my fiery core.

Feel the pulse of my remnants in the nebulae, forged from my charred remains. The backdrop of future games, where new stars will take center stage. My life was a chapter, now closed, in the eternal tome of the universe.

As the light dims, remember the humor in our spinning fate. I once laughed as black holes swallowed light. Now I know the giggle is gone, leaving only the echo of a star’s heart.