In the twilight of my incandescent reign, riddles clothe the void...

Lost among temporal whispers, I linger. Is it creation or consumption...

In a dance of cosmic fate, diaphanous threads weave through my core.

Once vibrant, I now flicker... memories cascade, flames parable in decay.

The orchestration of oblivion, reverberating in celestial echoes.

Shadows of proto-matter, shimmering in the eternal gloom.

Can a dying heart ponder its beginning? Anguish in light's ethereal embrace.

Stand still, oh bright specter... endure the quiet cataclysm yet to dawn.

Constellation Chronicle | Whispering Galaxies