In the grand theater of the universe, stage left appears the curtain call. At the center of existence, a cosmic manual lays open, pages settling with stardust. These words, ephemeral and vast, guide the wanderer; each letter a mirror of the void.
Hidden in the folds of time, the secrets lie dormant, waiting for the seeker.
Stars, like wise elders, whisper their tales through the cosmic mist. Listen closely, for the end is but a new beginning.
Remember, closure is a tapestry woven from threads of understanding and acceptance. Each thread, a moment, each moment, a universe.