In the silence of the cosmos, the stars whisper secrets of ancient tales. Their light, a beacon of bygone eras, tells of birth, decay, and rebirth in a never-ending loop. The ugliest truth of the universe is not its coldness, but its relentless churn, rendering all things sacred into dust.
As constellations melt into obscurity, they sing a melancholic song of resilience. Hear them, if only you dare. For such songs reveal the futility of grasping at eternity, a truth many would rather ignore. Yet, beneath our ephemeral actions lies the immutable pulse of cosmic time.
Their song is both a lullaby and an awakening, a reminder that our existence, while fleeting, is intertwined with this grand cosmic orchestra. Observe the flickering lull of the stars, let it serenade you, through the ultimate void, where all beginnings and endings converge.