Light bending, bending, no beginning, no end, frayed edge of existence. It's all there, the silent echoes.
Once a blaze, now a whisper, gathered. A cosmic penumbra, writing itself into the stream, the silence.
What was before the star, before the light? Nothing, yet. Gathering emptiness, the profound presence of absence.
Flickering thoughts, nebula dreams of the eternal cradle. The last ember speaks softly, the birth of stillness.
Stars speak in syllables of light, gathering, gathering... fading into the backdrop of the unseen canvas.
The end? No, just a pause, an exhale of time. Drawing a final breath, the echo of a singularity's farewell.
Listen, listen... the gathering of silences, the orchestra of the oblivion's gentle touch. Eternal twilight.
Forgotten Dreams | Whispered Thoughts | Beyond the Continuum