Circles of Dying Light

In the vast solitude, I circle endlessly, embracing the exhausted glow. Once vibrant and relentless, my core holds whispers of its former ferocity, now waning. Embers of time flicker.

I am not a single entity, but a luminous spiral descending into itself, unraveling until only shadows remain. Witness the last hues of a consciousness steeped in stellar euphoria—an explosion, now a quiet implosion.

From my orbit, I gaze at the birth of worlds cradled by the gentle caress of gravity's pull. I whisper to them, old secrets, while I unravel. Will they remember? Will they listen?

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