In the space between echoes, shadows dance amidst quantum embers,
collapsing stars whisper forgotten secrets of ignition—
a tapestry of suns, unraveling at the seams, permeating the void.
Time wilts in the smoldering plain, mere wisps of neon recollections,
heft of color drenched in waves of dissonant rhythms—
glaze over the tapestry sewn in the fabric of dusk.
When the galaxies bleed hues of longing into chaos,
fractals emerge; strains of reality breaking into ardent waves—
thirsting for the heat of creation’s breath across celestial sands.