A woman standing atop a shattered asteroid, silhouetted against the swirling nebulae of a dying universe. She wields a guitar forged from the very fabric of starlight, its crystalline strings humming with cosmic energy. Her long, silver hair flows in weightless strands, reflecting the vibrant hues of the galaxies around her. Her fingers dance across the frets, sending out shockwaves of light—rippling auroras, geometric shapes and swirling celestial patterns that cut through the encroaching darkness. Vibrant, sparkling, neon musical notes fly through the air, swirling around her as she plays. Colorful tendrils of energy stretch and bend, creating a dynamic, mystical atmosphere while bolts of raw melody arc through space, shattering the tendrils of an encroaching void that threatens to consume existence itself. Planets tremble in resonance, distant moons sing in harmony, and dying stars reignite, pulsing in time with her celestial chords. Her battle is not fought with weapons but with music, with soundwaves so pure they unravel entropy itself. The shadows recoil, dissolving into echoes, and the universe holds its breath as her final, resounding note rings through the cosmos. The darkness vanishes. The stars burn bright once more. And she stands triumphant, cradling the guitar that saved creation.