Orbital Whispers
"I have flickered in silence for millennia, a beacon of light to worlds unseen. Now, as my core succumbs to the void, I lay bare my final truths."
The cosmic winds carry my voice, brittle and weak:
A gentle reminder that all beginnings must face their ends.
The spiral arms cradle me, as they have for countless revolutions,
yet their embrace grows colder with each passing moment.
My light, once radiant, now flickers like a distant memory:
Fragments of my essence scatter across the heavens,
etching a story of birth, life, and the inevitable drift into darkness.
Listen closely, for the echoes tell tales of solitude:
Every atom I shed mourns the quietus of a once-mighty furnace,
and the echoes weave a tapestry of forgotten histories.