In the countdown of existence, with every pulse, a flicker lingers, suspended between the known and the uncharted.

The stars tell tales, ancient echoes in the void, murmurs of glowing embers, the whispers of cosmic solitude.

Linger in the warmth of fading grandeur, as stellar winds carry the remnants of brilliance into the beyond.

Time bends, relentless in its journey, feeding on the radiance, consuming the light until nothing remains but silence.

Blink, sacred light, blink—until the last heartbeat, the final sigh of your incandescent soul.