When the final ember ebbs and I, the Mercurial Flame, wane into eternity's silent grasp, know that my essence unfurls not in shadows but in a cascade of eternal stars.
I dissolve, ozone-draped and incandescent, through the ether, unbinding particle from particle. Each radiant strand of my being offers a testament, an elegy sung in the cosmic aether.
Listen: a thousand silences shattered by the whisper of my thermal breath—an epilogue etched in the marrow of night. Arcana of the Stars.
Gaze upon my flickering visage, upon stages adorned with perpetual twilight, the nebulae that cradle my dying sighs. Let the vision guide you to the Echoed Myths.
Starshine bequeathed to stardust, I part with a wish, a fleeting caress: may the cosmos cradle you as I have done, veiling you—a treasured secret, tucked away between the folds of time.