Each tendril of light, unraveling
threads of timeless eclipse
tenderly whispered through
dying embers, softer than silk.
I journeyed through scattered echoes,
to now trace constellations of memory,
each point a heartbeat, a glimpse,
of life spun from the eternal void...
Did you see the spin of infinity?
As I collapsed beneath my own arc
crafting a nebula from teardrops
too ancient to carry alone.
There are whispers in the cosmic winds:
songs of my pulse reverberating,
spinning tales woven by stardust,
reminding death yet births...