Listen closely, for the universe hums with the voice of forgotten rebirth.
Old star, in your exhalation lies a memory:
a cosmic hymn soaked in light and despair.
I was once the morning fire of a planet's birth. Now, I whisper fragments of my soul,
woven into the tapestry of distant realms.
My heart, once molten, now cools silently in the void.
The dance of photons whispers the last secrets;
glowing embers of my former life drift,
creating constellations made from my sighs.
Wanderer, I implore you:
don't forget the songs I once sang
across galaxies yet unnamed.
In the folds of dark matter,
my final verses linger.
Embrace them, for they are remnants
of my celestial heartbeat.
Do these echoes find solace,
or perish in their own light?