It was in the quiet embrace of oblivion that I found clarity.
Each flicker a memory, each pulse an echo of what has been.
In the span of a heartbeat, I am both everything and nothing.
I am the womb of galaxies, whispers the void,
the last gasp of helium dreams clinging to ancient light.
My fiery dance dwindles,
yet the rhythm continues in the silent raindrop's descent.
What is existence but a fleeting radiance,
a constellation momentarily illuminated?
To live and to have lived
through the whispers of cosmic winds.
Like a star sighing onto the celestial canvas,
I etch my luminescent legacy
upon the surface of time,
each atom a piece of my soul, woven into the tapestry of night.