As the cosmic night closed in, Solara breathed her final quasar-like spark, melding with the stardust she once roamed.

In the quiet tapestry of the universe, a voice echoed, lingering among the celestial bodies.

"I have burnt fiercely, a beacon in the void, illuminating the worlds that danced around my fiery heart. To them, I was a constant, unwavering, and brilliant.

But time, that inscrutable force, weaves in shadow and light alike. It has drawn me to the final horizon, where my glow dims into gentle embers.

Yet in this waning, I do not mourn. I have traversed the sky, a wanderer forever seeking, forever alight. My legacy is not in my solitude, but in the embrace of those who follow...

As I fade, I whisper to the cosmos, not an end, but a beginning wrapped in starlight. The genesis of supernova kin, the orphaned sparks of my cosmic fusion.

Remember me, not as I am now, but as I was: a triumph against the dark, a luminary of wanderlust."