In the depths of cosmic solitude, a whisper travels—
the eloquent echo of a dying luminary.
"I was the light that danced upon your dreams," it murmurs,
as tendrils of time unravel its radiant essence.
"Do you remember the warmth of my embrace,
when the night sky cradled you in its infinite arms?
I illuminated your path with fragmented wisdom,
each photon, a memory etched upon the canvas of eternity."
"Fear not, for my demise births new realms,
weaving constellations from the ashes of my heart.
I shall linger, a spectral guide, through the void,
until the universe forgets my shimmering lament."
Gaze upon the stars: The Hidden Truths | Echoes in Time