Final Waltz of Cosmic Dust

In the expanse where silence sings, the remnants of stars pirouette, a dance older than light itself.
Melodies of the ether—forgotten lullabies— composed by cosmic hands.
Time slips through the cracks of existence, like sand in a forgotten hourglass.

Moments adrift in gravity's gentle embrace,
a symphony played in the void's symphonic silence. Gather, gather, the swan song of the stars,
echoing through the corridors of the infinite.

Where do you go, when the music fades? Does the dust remember, or is memory held by the void itself?
Breathe the night—the final waltz begins.
Let stardust cloak your thoughts.

Journey forth, wander into the oblivion:
Ephemeral Metric or Stardust Symphonies.
Eternal tales await the curious traveler.