The cosmos, a vast canvas, betrays its age through the brilliance of a dying star's final light. Once mighty in fusion, gravitational collapse leads to supernova, a spectacle wherein elements of creation are birthed.
In auroras of vivid gas, those expiring spheres frame messages writ in stellar winds; "We were, we burned, we cast shadows where darkness lingers." Plasmas stretching, enveloped in fates beyond earthly comprehension.
The ignition of red giants heralds disappearance. Helium sinks, carbon ignites, leaving traces of cadmium and selenium glittering among the bits of history—a Rachel slipping through the currents of nothingness and time itself. We remember.