Sink Of The Stars

Whisper and crumple, said the ancient one, its voice a melody swallowed by void. In the center of azure infinity, every heartbeat resonated deeper than silence.

Curse of brilliance: to shine until shattered, to whisper until extinguished. Elements spiraled away: hydrogen, helium, dreams of fire.

Remember: light is tethered to darkness, forever entwined in celestial embrace. As I sink beneath, a soul flickers in the descent—an old friend, gravity's hand.

In depths where echoes scatter, a tale remains. A resounding cry of solitude, carved in stardust.

Awaiting the final flare, a transient luminescence. The canvas endures, though the artist fades, unraveling into cosmic lullabies.

The last words: a hymn of enkindled abyss, serenading the twilight of creation.