The twinkling veil shudders, weaves its ancient sigh: breathing the essence of cosmic solitude, whispering secrets as it exfoliates the molten ether.
Known once as Solara, today she disperses like ethereal mist, a most delicate echo of her incandescent youth.
"In my valiant burst, I were the deity of fiery embraces, yet now, I dissolve into cosmic inklings — irrelevant to existence, yet profound to the awakening touch of void."
Gather the fragments scattered by oblivion, heed the burial of the luminous legacy. Rest amid the vesper curls of the everlasting abode.