The ancients, with trembling fingers, traced the lines
of nebulae and supernovae upon their dusty tablets.
Here, in the dim light of extinguished suns, paths were forged
between worlds long forgotten – ghosts upon the sky.
Once, the cosmos sang in symphonies of hydrogen and time,
each stellar note a vivid memory of creation and void.
Now, silence drapes across the scribbled parchment
like a shroud over the barely-recognizable remnants of what was.
Decay whispers in entropy, turn the page to find
the spirals of collapsed dreams, the chaotic waltzes of fragmented
starry sequences. Once an epic, they now slumber in quiet calamity,
awaiting the touch of curious voyagers.