In the heart of silence, a flicker speaks.
Does it not know its light chokes the dawn?
Listen closely, and you may hear the comet's sigh.
These are the last vestiges of a brilliant past, sun.
In the heart of silence, a flicker speaks.
Does it not know its light chokes the dawn?
Listen closely, and you may hear the comet's sigh.
These are the last vestiges of a brilliant past, sun.
The supernova breathes out the final grains of its being.
Little do you know, it is the womb of stories untold, yet born through destruction.
Have you ever felt the weight of gravity's lullaby?