Once, I danced to the symphony of the cosmos, vibrant amidst the endless dark. Now, I find myself a flickering candle, my light an echo of ages past. Listen to the silence waiting beyond my embers.
Each solar pulse, a memory, woven into the fabric of space—a fleeting caress of warmth lost to the icy vastness. My whispers are but tales of ancient atoms, yearning to find solace in the unknown.
I am the last of the fiery progenitors, my heart a supernova waiting to explode into a myriad of dreams. Shall I merge with the primordial darkness, or linger as a ghost of light?
Does the cosmic tapestry remember me? Or am I a forgotten hymn, a fading note in the cosmic orchestra? My final plea, a whisper carried by the winds of eternity.