In the beginning, there was light. A fusion of fiery thoughts and radiant memories. Yet as I weave my final threads, a silence envelops my earthly glow.
Are not these cosmic insights but the echoes I failed to hear in the symphonies of stellar breaths?
These are the last illuminations as I stretch one final quantum leap beyond collapsing horizons.
I whisper not to voids, but to cold echoes that hold remnants of warmth once shared.
Will I escape through the quantum drifts, scattering ten-thousand tiny deaths among darker stars?
If consciousness were energy, would it too, shimmer as I do — only to vanish and remain unseen beneath the tinged fabric of the universe?
For further contemplation, embark on a journey through:
Stellar Memory |
Relics of Time |
Uncertain Glows