The last vibrant whispers of a star, pulsing in brilliant color,
an orchestra of chaos and serenity dance around the cosmic void.
"I was born in the cradle of hydrogen and helium,
forged in the fires of nuclear fusion, shimmering in the dark."
The star's voice, a symphony reverberating through the universe,
all while a serene calm blankets its frantic dance.
Listen close, as the stellar heartbeat fades,
the echoes fade to whispers in the timeless expanse.
The galaxies are witness to my finale,
each orbiting sphere a note in my cosmic ode.
Do they understand? Do they remember?
And as I collapse into the singularity or scatter into dust,
the chaos will remember my name!