The Aeon's Echo

Solar hymns detuning, a diaphanous chorus softening; intimate confessions to the void.
The remnants kneel starward, their radiant end sculpting infinity's mantle in tender reminders.

Whispers cascade through the vibrant coterminous wormholes, light's breath caught in ephemeral silence.
Fate constructs its auction in vertices, as stellar sinews interlace to form chords of longing reverie.

From an echo distant, audible yet alone; navigate auroral corridors.
Galaxies ringed by desolation, their centrifugal cadence witnessed by marrowless celestial beings.

The mosaic of resonance streaming 'midst bridled quanta, breaking furnace to vast solitude.

Looming desert of extinguished yonder, casting perigee meander unfurling across worm-foot cone canvases.

Reflections from multiple heroic ends fare now futile; harvest transient axioms, time-draped.