"In the silence before the end, I twist and scream in hues ancient and unheard,
My heart, a molten core, now whispers to the galaxies beyond the reach of touch.
Do you not feel the gravity, the gentle pull of eternal sleep, unwarping the matter of my dreams?
Threads of light, once vibrant, fracture into whispers,
Seeking solace from the void, their cries are indistinguishable from the hymn of silence.
If you listen closely, you may find echoes of my birth, cradled by the fiery womb of creation.
Each atom of me remembers the dance of creation,
Stars and voids in an electric ballet, scintillating beneath the watchful eyes of time.
Fear not, I say, for gravity does not bind but liberates in its final embrace.
Further tales in the void:
Echoes of the Universe |
Collision of Dreams |
A Rift in Memory