In the throes of cosmic ember, my breath is a whisper of infinity. Ah, the tapestry unwinds— woven in echoes of the ancients, rippling in patterns uncharted.
I have sung through aeons, a voyager, a beacon in the dark seas. Now, hear these final verses, a lullaby of light and shadow, as I dance my last in the stellar waltz.
The universe listens, suspended in the silence of creation. Stars bleed their stories, into the fabric of the void, where I too shall rest, enshrined in night.