In the cradle of the cosmos, I was born, swirling with the golden dust of creation. Beneath my radiant skin is the tale of a thousand dances—the cosmic waltz that began the moment the heavens whispered my name.
As I near the terminal embrace of time, my whispers fade into the void. "Let your eyes close upon the stars, dear voyager," I murmur. "For I have loved, and lost, in the celestial ballet of light."
Do I still burn brightly, or do my flames flicker in memory, a distant thought? My core, once vibrant, now hums a lullaby of profound solitude. Yet, in the silence, I am not alone.
Read more about the celestial choreography in Spiral Song.
Discover the origins in Birth Tales.