A soft ember's sigh, like the echo of an abyss, fleeting through the spiraling veins of eternity. With the final flicker, now bound to silence, it murmurs: "I am but a shadow cast upon the celestial canvas, the afterglow of a once-illuminated void."
"Do you hear the clangor of distant machines, weaving the fabric of dreams from remnants of starstuff? Do they not tremble at my descent, as the earth quakes with the memory of flames? I am the end, the curator of nightfall and rebirth."
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