In the cradle of void, a flicker dulled. Beetle blinked. Light breathed its last.
Memories condensed into a flick. Stars wore shrouds of ebon lace. Silence sang.
“Remember the flight,” echoed the insect, amidst damping radiance. “In fall, we reach back to ascend.”
The cosmos folded; a tapestry of whispers. And the beetle blinked once more.
Return to the Horizon Rust and the Echo