In the cradle of the cosmos, I slumbered
A vibrant ember, echoing through time.
My voice, a fading whisper, ripples through
The tapestry of night, weaving tales untold.
Once, I ignited hearts and dreams alike,
Painting skies with colors of forgotten flames.
Now, my luminescence wanes, a soft sigh,
A reverie lost, dissolving into twilight.
Listen closely to my final breath,
A melody composed of stardust and silence.
(Follow the echoes -
another song, another story)
As I surrender to the void, a ripple
Of memories will linger — a gentle caress
On the fabric of existence, a soft farewell,
The last words of a dying star.