In the quiet darkness, where silence reigns supreme,
I feel the tendrils of time uncurl, releasing me
from centuries of steadfast glow, conversion
of hydrogen into the light you bask in.
As I die, I wish to share my final song,
not sung by tongue but woven through particle dance,
a resonance that hums softly in the void.
You, too, will resonate one day, and perhaps,
you will understand my last whispers of warmth and light.
Do not fear the darkness that follows,
it is simply the pause between breaths,
the quiet before the inevitable birth
of another cosmic dance—a cycle, endless.
Seek the legacy I leave behind,
a memory etched in the fabric of the universe,
not as a fading star, but as a beacon
for those who follow the trail of stardust.
So here I stand, a gentle giant at the end of its life,
my heart no longer a furnace but a distant glow,
flickering with the resonance of my final thoughts.