Hey there, curious traveler. You might not know me well, but I'm kind of a big deal around these parts. You could say I've been lighting up the cosmic neighborhood for billions of years. But here we are, at my last dance.
It's a funny thing, you know. As I unravel, there's a kind of peace washing over me. Not the scary kind, more like the calm after a storm. I've burned bright, brighter than most. But now? Now I'm just tired.
I've seen worlds come and go, civilizations rise and fall—all beneath my watchful gaze. I've whispered secrets to the stars, and they've whispered back. Do you hear them?
Maybe you're hoping for some grand finale, a spectacular explosion. But who am I to put on a show? I'm more about quiet, subtle shifts. Like the last sigh before sleep. Or the gentle resonance after a chime fades away.
But it's alright. I'm leaving behind echoes, just like I promised. Listen closely, and maybe you'll catch a glimpse of what once was, and what could be again. Fading Echoes or perhaps Cosmic Whispers?