[Genre: Post-rock with soaring crescendos and California beach-girl harmonies] Starlight fades beyond the horizon line, Cosmic debris scattered through space and time, While I stand witness to this final decline. Satellites tumble past my window frame, Silver meteors dancing through endless night, Each one whispers someone's forgotten name, As they spiral down from celestial heights. Solar winds carry the last transmission, From worlds that once burned bright as diamond flame, Now I watch this stellar decomposition, While playing my part in this cosmic game. When the universe starts unwinding, And galaxies lose their grip, There's beauty in the finding Of light at the apocalypse. I am the last pulse of the falling stars, I carry their light through the void so far, Though everything ends and nothing remains, I'll sing their songs through the cosmic rain. I am the last pulse of the falling stars, The keeper of dreams from worlds afar. Constellations crumble like ancient maps, While black holes feast on forgotten suns, I collect the stories from temporal gaps, Each tale of love before time undone. Particle storms paint aurora displays, Across the canvas of infinite space, These final moments deserve lasting praise, Before silence consumes the human race. I am the last pulse of the falling stars, I carry their light through the void so far, Though everything ends and nothing remains, I'll sing their songs through the cosmic rain. I am the last pulse of the falling stars, The keeper of dreams from worlds afar, When morning comes to this endless night, I'll be the bridge between dark and light. Starlight fades beyond the horizon line, But in my voice, their stories the horizon line, But in my voice, their stories shine
