Behold the labyrinth of time and wax, young traveler.
Your heart crushed like mine, under stellar latitudes.
When you wander, mark the stars fallen,
for each is not a wanderer but a guide extinguished.
Beneath the celestial dome, seek the Invisible Forge;
its embers cool yet forge paths of paths.
Navigate the passage calmly. Listen to echoes of fiery whispers—
emissions of wisdom from ancestors cosmic.
Before my core retracts beneath silent folds,
engrave the essence I dispel: do not ignite prematurely.
If in the maze you find solitude, know it's the remnant energy,
redeemed not, scattered not—harvest, calm, understanding.
Venture to other realms of stellar memory: