In centuries' whispers, I find solace beneath the vastness of existence.
I was born from scattered atoms, stitched together by gravity's insistence,
ignited into brilliance by fusion... and now, I crumble.
I've seen planets cradle life in diverse forms,
spinning in the dance of gravity and time. My light dancing on their shores.
What words can I weave for those who stare upwards,
hoping against hope that they hear me? My voice must carry
not in sound, but in remnants.
As I expel my heart into cosmos, I think of ancient tales shared by stars,
how newborn constellations adopt pieces of me...
creatures borrow light from parents they never knew,
and I will become a ghostly silhouette
guiding nascent wanderers across the ages.
Infinite echoes linger beneath time’s folds.
A melody known only to those who dance with shadows.
Beneath the weight of my own history, I gnash against oblivion,
writing transient words in spectral flames.
Will you remember? In the resonance of silence,
touch the pyre of my memory: click to see remnants.
Or savor the fragments of thought: whispers in the dark.