I am a cascade of forgotten nebulae,
echoes of light refracting across time
where dreams of hydrogen once danced
in spirals of celestial devotion.

Once I burned through silence,
ignited narratives born from the void,
now my stories whisper upon photons,
a symphony barely heard by the cosmos.

As I collapse inward, folding singularities
cradle my elemental soul,
a tapestry woven of spectral hues,
dissolving into unseen dimensions.

Soon, I will be stardust scattered across
the canvas of eternity,
mere brushstrokes in the galactic cadence,
untouchable by the grasp of time.