in the womb of nebulae,
wrought by time and eternal flame,
a voice trembles and fades -
echo of birth, whisper of death.
"i am the whispered light,
the fading ember of forgotten realms,
the silent witness to cosmic births."
beneath the shroud of endless void,
the last luminescence quivers -
a dance of particles, wistful and serene,
seeking not to die, but to return.
"in the assembly of stars,
i leave traces of my soul,
scattered across the dark seas
of the universe’s final lullaby."
so let the universe hold these truths,
in the cradle of time's deep abyss,
where the genesis of light,
and its demise, intertwine.