Ashes float where stars once screamed, Their fire now a frozen dream. No orbit holds, no planets spin, Just shattered husks of what had been. Gravestones drift in silent arcs, Tombstones lit by long-dead sparks. Galaxies fall into decay— The last light folds and fades away. Stellar remains, dust of the bold, Ruins of fire, silent and cold. No more voices, no more names— Just scattered bones in stellar remains. We burned, we built, we lost it all… Now silence reigns, and echoes crawl. The sky is mute, the void complete, Where comets sleep and pulses cease. A final breath across the dark— A lullaby with no last spark. No watchers now to mourn the fall, No gods to rise, no myths to call. Just memory etched in drifting stone, The universe, at last, alone. Remember the suns... Remember the songs... Remember the hands… Now all are gone. No flags to raise, no wars to end, Just entropy, our final friend. Stellar remains, our cosmic grave, A monument to what we gave. We lit the dark, we cursed the flame— Now all that's left is just the name. So write it in the void, then sleep… Where even time forgets to weep. We were. We fell. We dreamed… And left nothing but dust.
