The Last Words of a Dying Star

In the solemn embrace of void, I languish,
A flicker before the embrace of beyond,
Whispering echoes in eons of solitude,
Fragments of light dance in the drift of dusk.

All that was uttered, the gravity of oblivion,
Marks of existence etched in the cosmos—
"Look deep, for within my death lies the cradle of worlds,"
"Trust neither shadow nor beam; both betray in their luminance."

Hollow lies the core, suffused by silent cacophony,
Born in chaos, and thus shall I meet it anew—
A page in the great tome where you too exist,
Gaze yonder, mortal, trace the solar trails
That weave fables of lost realms.

What light refracts through this existential prism,
But memories woven into spectral silhouettes,
I gift you this—my luminary farewell,
A conduit through which all stars still remember.