Twilight whispers through nebulae wrought,
The last golden sigh of a once-gleaming heart.
Celestial embers scatter, memory's silhouette,
Flickering in cosmic ballet, torn apart.
This is the doorway beyond time's grasp,
Where stardust weaves tales in luminescent hues.
Borning and burning, here lies the ask,
Of echoes that linger, of paths not yet skewed.
Infinite are the corridors I traverse in my flame,
Mortal to nebulous, ethereal to eternal—my name.
Will you watch, as the universe bends and arcs,
To the cadence of dying light, of old ember sparks?