Within the shadow of eternal night,
a whisper coils 'round spacetime's edge.
In the empty halls of cosmic silence,
a singularity draws breath.
The echoes fade, lingering in void,
where light dare not tread,
and thought bends like starlight,
tracing paths through the invisible web.
Stand here, at the brink,
and feel the pull of dreams untold,
the gravity of all things lost
in the silent hymn of the spiraling void.