The Last Breath of Stellar Vows
In the ancient echoes of fire and fury, I weave words
that cling to the fabric of dying light.
that cling to the fabric of dying light.
Once I danced among galaxies, radiant and proud,
an orchestra of protons composing harmonic tales.
Now, behold, my silent opera, a paradox of light and void.
an orchestra of protons composing harmonic tales.
Now, behold, my silent opera, a paradox of light and void.
The core whispers secrets of thermal echoes,
circulating memories, the poignant endgame.
Grains of cosmic stardust, your fragile witness.
circulating memories, the poignant endgame.
Grains of cosmic stardust, your fragile witness.