As I lie on the precipice of oblivion, my voice dares to shimmer among the vast silence.
You perceive me as a distant glow, but understand that I have birthed this brightness from the depths of my core.
I exhume my last breath disguised as a golden flare, pleading for your grasp of a truth I have woven during my dance.
Do not futilely fight the inevitability of ceaseless transformation, dear traveler.
Embrace what transcends the limited horizon of your existence.
Each particle of my essence dissolves into the fabric of the cosmos, stitching tales of brilliance to be unfolded by curious minds.
Aim to be more than just a solitary gleam; be a conduit for stardust wisdom.
The end is not an abyss but a beacon guiding us into obscured beginnings.
The universe rehearses an ever-evolving symphony, with each crescendo and silence composed of starlight and shadows.
I extend my luminous farewell, not with a shudder, but with a serenade of omnipresent joy.