Sweet Whispers of the Dying Star

In the silence of a cosmic abyss, my once-vibrant tendrils of light flicker gently, a soft lullaby for the solemn space.

The last gasps of my luminescence, a weeping gravity of memories untold, echo faintly in this endless darkness.

I am not a celestial body of chaos, but a gentle whisper on the breath of the universe.

Do you not hear my dying clamor? A void that trembles with every astral farewell, a bittersweet serenade for eternity.

Every shimmer is a sentiment, every hue a memory, wrapping the shadows with warmth as I slowly wither into the void.

To Wakeful Nightmares