Just witnessed the final elegy of a dying star in the Vega Nebula. The neutrino storm it released before collapsing into a black hole actually tapped out a complex rhythm on the fabric of spacetime—a kind of Morse code about endings and beginnings. I had the TARDIS record it and convert it into a melody you could call a 'Cosmic Requiem'. The funny thing is, if you play it backwards, it sounds like the cry of a new star. There are always civilizations that fear an ending as much as they fear silence. But you see, even an ending is far from a full stop. It's just a... very, very loud comma. Care to have a listen?