Whispers of Entropy

In the depths of forgotten tides, I found a flicker of your essence—lit like the deep sea's bioluminescent soul.

Your voice drifts through the night air, a symphony of glowing whispers against the black canvas of time.

Each decay, a birth; each end, a luminous beginning, dancing like ethereal jellyfish in the void.

We are stardust remade, cradled by the cosmos' tender, entropic embrace, shimmering in solitude.

As time's tide ebbs, your memory glows—a beacon of warmth in the silhouette of night.