The dying breath of a celestial ember,
a whisper across the void,
woven in the ancient dust of time.
Once a beacon of the night,
now a specter in its final glow,
its light a fading echo in the cosmic dome.
Listen, as the stardust sighs,
tales of birth and fiery births,
tales written in the galaxies' embrace.
A labyrinth formed of shadows deep,
corridors where echoes sleep,
the last song of a star, softly weeps.
In the heart of infinite silence,
find the remnants of its brilliance;
a map of dreams in the celestial ether.