Here, amidst the celestial ruins, we summon luminosity magnitude expanses in a singed memory, teasing whispers of eternal shedding...
The quiet ripples of cosmic resonance, tracing the dabbed edges of expansive isolation, weave a narrative of slow unraveling — serpentine shadows etching their insignia upon stellar wefts.
Once; when the void was but a nascent cradle, my breath birthed galaxies... now, with every infinitesimal, each dying pause, a part of me drifts beyond ever linked.
Receive this, the quiet soliloquy of astral punctuations, resonating and oscillating through the archaic ethers... as the fringes grow obscure.