I spin webs of light,
interwoven threads of ancient tales —
my core a furnace of forgotten laughter,
echoing throughout the vast fabric of night.
Once, I roared in splendor,
a beacon against the void's embrace,
but now, the whispers grow louder,
wrapping me in a gentle, warm farewell.
Can you hear my song, dear traveler?
It sings not of sorrow, but jubilance,
a crescendo of colors dances
at the forefront of reality's edge.
I am both ending and beginning,
a spiral in the cosmic rhythm,
my embers will birth new symphonies
in the cradle of your dreams.
Return to the starlit paths,
where every step hums in harmony —
a dance, an odyssey,
beneath star-strewn skies.