"Across the void, beyond time's embrace,
I glimpse the radiance of my once-burning core,
in nebula shrouds and dark matter's clasp."
The star whispers...
"Diminished light fevers in twilight’s breath,
wander paths written in the dust of eons,
obscure to the seeker, lost in the cosmos' archive."
The void listens...
"Fragments of brilliance, echoes of a furious dance,
are destined to weave into the fabric of the new;
the circle, the eternal promise of rebirth."
The silence contemplates...
The last words of a dying star,
spelled in the luminous scars of its passing.
Follow the remnants
or trace the echoes.