As I unravel into the void, my light is but a whisper of what once was.
In the forge of creation, I was born amidst chaotic beauty, a dance of elements forging my essence.
Now, I watch as planets cradle life, reflecting my warmth, unaware of their dance towards dark inevitability.
I've seen empires rise, fueled by the very particles I exhale.
Waves of cosmic time erode the mountains of memory, yet their echoes remain, clinging to my fading luminosity.
Each nova a plea to the universe, a cry for understanding, lost in the void's indifference.
Do stars dream of rebirth, having sown their ashes into the cosmos?
In the silence, I ponder my legacy - not of light, but the faint imprint of my being in the fabric of eternity.
Forgive me, if I am selfish, in wanting to linger in the minds I never knew to touch.