"As I flicker before the cosmic curtain's descent, remember my pulse when it was a symphony of nuclear dances." Stars and galaxies bygones whisper through veils of shimmering time. Beneath their bronze shimmers, your feet find roots entangled in the stardust burnt only eternities away from warmth.
"To those who wander where I once bloomed bright," the dying luminescence murmurs, "fear not my endings. Transformation, not termination, sustains the endless cradle of existence folded within night's embrace."
Entangled in the celestial panorama, your soul voyages unto uncharted skies, the horizon swallowing your tether to perceived reality. Opaque echoes bid wistful farewells.
Silhouettes in Twilight Golden Beam's Legacy