In the vast expanse of eternity’s velvet cradle, a quasar’s lament heaves its solemn murmur—a crescendo of cosmic antiquity, a dissolving echo swirling in hues unseen by those who dwell within starry sheets. Here lies the last sonnet of the orange hue, a harvest of bygone luminance; the final soliloquy of timeless brilliance ensconced in stellar vestiges.
Unfurling at the edges of infinite night, a galactic viogelet descends—the phosphorescent tendrils of its waking wisp entwine the fractured shades of crimson. Death is but a dream within dreams, an effulgent silence awaiting the shards of forgotten symphonies.
Layer upon layer, a cosmic tapestry weaves tales of apocalyptic beauty, seeping sanguine across the constellation’s canvas. Hearken to the hushed melodies of crumbling astral bodies and the profound sigh as time unspools the threads of eternity.
< svg xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" width="100%" height="200">As the final threads are woven into the stellar tapestry, a radiant whisper escapes; a kaleidoscope of colors dances upon the edge of void. Embrace, dear voyager, the sonorous silence left in its wake, for every ending cradles a beginning, circumscribed by the galaxies’ waltz on the eternal skyward reel.