What memories linger in the cosmos as I drift into eternal pastures?
The ink of infinity paints my soul as I close my radiant eyes.
The embrace of silence is a soothing symphony.
In the cosmos’ vast library, I shall be an echo, a whisper among celestial hymns.
Once a beacon among the nebulous heaps, my luminescence fades, warming the void's breath.
My core remembers the laughter of youth, swirling in gravitational dances.
As the cosmos swallows me gently, my heartbeat resonates with ancient echoes.