The Last Murmur of the Fading Luminary

In depths where light dares not linger,
I feel the chains of gravity break,
Pulling memories through the cosmic weave,
Of stellar flames and ancient tales.

Whispered echoes, questions rippling
Across the silence,
What was before the furnace burned?
And what remains when the ashes cool to silence?

The void answers not, for it knows
Not the warmth of days gone past,
Only the dance of particles,
In a ballet of cold, unfeeling eternity.

And so I ask, as the last of my fire dims:
Do you remember? The light's embrace?
Listen to the void
Witness the fall