In the quietude of cosmic embrace, the star murmurs its last symphony, a relic of astral dance.
“Time, like grains of stardust, slips through the fingers of my celestial form. I once burned bright, lighting the void with my fiery heart, but now, as darkness cradles my fading luminescence, I gather whispers of aeons past.”
Gaze into the remnants of my soul, the constellations beholden to my eternal light.
“I am but a vessel of creation, a cosmic tapestry woven with threads of supernova and black hole, echoing through the corridors of the universe.”
Journey Deeper | Witness the Dusk