The Harmonics of Dying Light

Inertia strums the final chords, the guitar of silence echoing through untamed voids.

Listen closely, to harmonics of celestial whispers, where stars dictate clauses of transmission.

"We are the burnt notes upon a cosmic fretboard," murmurs the ancient nebula, fading.

In this abstract concert, time plays a dissonant melody, unraveling the strings of gravity.

Light waltzes on the fringes of eternity, a fading concerto in hues of crimson and gold.

And as the last supernova coughs its spectral laughter, a silence wanes, ever stretching.

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The Resonant Circuits shall remember.