The Lament of Celestis IV
Oh, weary voyager of the astral sea, in the diminishing waltz of the lone Celestis IV, Through eons untold it murmurs now, a requiem wrapped in luminance.
Its beams, like fingers of a fading sun, clutch at the void with chime-like whispers. Here we stand, at the commencement of decay, where stellar hearts dissolve into the sable embrace.
Celestis IV, in incandescent fury, became the forge of all birth and demise. Hearken now to its last decree: an eternal whisper through this husk of light.
These remnants dance, a cosmic ballet, across the azure dream we once called home. And in their pirouettes, we witness truth: the indomitable echo of a dying star's serenade to dawn.