Houston, do you read me?—loud and clear, the voices say,

Trajectory looks perfect,—one small step, I’m on my way.

Boots touch dust, the stars stand still, a flag raised high against the black,

The world below, a shining pearl—no way in hell I won’t come back.

But then the static starts to whisper, signals shake and start to break,

I turn my eyes toward the station—

Oh God… I think I’m late.

BOOM.—a burst of fire and metal—

BOOM.—the station’s just debris—

I call for Earth, but all I hear

Is silence drowning me.

Then one more light ignites the void,

Like heaven set ablaze,

I watch the planet I called home

Just vanish into space.

(The echoes of the explosion fade, replaced with pure silence...)

The radio's dead, the world is dust, and I'm the last of humankind,

A lonely ghost in orbit's grave, the stars just watching from behind.

No rescue ships, no last goodbyes, just empty space and static sounds,

And in my glove, I hold the only thing that ever brought me comfort now.

(He looks at the box of his favorite drink, slowly turning in zero gravity...)

One last toast to the ones I lost,

One last drink for the end of time,

The universe, it cracks a joke—

And I’m the punchline left behind.

A sip of fire in my lungs,

A taste of home before I’m gone,

One last breath, then off I go—

A shooting star before the dawn.

Floating, weightless, fading fast,

Do I laugh, or do I cry?

Maybe there’s a life beyond,

Maybe this is just goodbye...

But hey—what better way to go

Than whiskey burning in my throat?

One last sip, helmet unlatched…

I raise my glass—

And then detach.

(The music fades into eerie silence, the last breath of air escaping as the stars stretch endlessly ahead...)