In the hushed warp, amid darkling waters of never, I whisper my final hues. A tapestry unfurling, woven in the ancient reds, and the cobalt veins of electric dismay.
I am the cradle of fleeting light, collapsing in a cosmic embrace. Nebulae cradle me as I void, stars their unaware witnesses. O, celestial choir, your harbingers of fate ring hollow—yet the cadence lingers.
Dim recollections of a luminescence that once danced across the hourglass of time. The last of my essence seeps beyond gravestones of stardust—etching elegies upon the eternal parchment, where time dreams itself to oblivion.
Echo to the Twilight Journey to the Lamented Void