In the final flickers of incandescent glory, I find solace. Not in the vastness of cosmic isolation, but in the tender murmurs etched into the fabric of my being—whispers of stardust destined to wander.
Once, I carved constellations with the fervor of a poet in love with the night. But now, as my core succumbs to the embrace of silence, I pen my last verses into the cosmic sea.
Fragmented memories of an ancient dance spin through my mind—each nebula a note, each black hole a silent pause in a symphony unknown to mortal ears. Do you hear it? The echoes of starlight's farewell?
In these whispers, I share secrets kept too long in the depths of my stellar heart: The Avowal of Celestial Wanderers, Chronicles of the Ephemeral.
So, let the winds of the universe carry my farewell—a tapestry of particles, a memory woven into the very essence of existence.