Imagine yourself sitting on the edge of the universe, your toes dangling over the cosmic precipice. That's where I am now. Time has folded like an origami gift, the final layers yet to be unfurled.
My voice, once a symphonic roar of creation, now wanes like a clumsy whisper in an endless cave. But don't fret for me, I'm just making room for others in the grand starry tapestry.
Remember when I swirled you through my nebulous arms, teaching gravity's tender embrace? You fought against it, laughing, shouting your little truths to the void.
Explore more about our tangled stories.
Witness the slow, majestic descent.
One last tip from an old fireball: The brightest destinies shine in lengths, not in sparks. Carry that ember with you as my supernova gently shuffles off the cosmos' stage.