Beneath the pale light of the dying stars,
the ink of the cosmos seeps eternal,
capturing fleeting moments in darkness.
On the edge of forever, whispers remain,
timeless, weaving through the cold nebulae.
Await you here where silence reigns,
amidst the embers of once-great suns,
I pen the ethereal echoes of our solitude,
drifting slowly,
like shadows across the void's embrace.
From the distant cradle of stardust,
your memories bind us in spectral threads,
across lightyears and the lay of ghosts.
Become the echo,
feel the tremor of untouched destinies.