the last whispers

i remember when time was myth, when i danced alone in the galaxies.

once, i embraced comets, their icy appendages sparking with the fusion of youth; now, they flee in search of warmer realms, leaving behind the echoes of forgotten laughter. The whirling blue planets still sing along, their melodies woven from the remnants of our glowing histories, but the song changes. It grows distant.

threads of existence continue to spin, weaving stories told to none.

young stars peak through the void, their faces filled with wonder and ignorance, mirroring my infancy just a thousand breathing cycles ago. I am but a guardian, now, easing them into the gentle cradle of fate’s design; but I too must bend and yield. My core's rhythmic heartbeat echoes discontent as age stakes its claim, unfurling its dark authority.

the expanding silence welcomes me, calling me homewards in slow acceptance.

perhaps this milestone in time is a lesson, or perhaps a passage, a solemn farewell to cradle one last dance before surrender. Will they remember, will they mourn? Or do these new entities imbue themselves with ambition to draft their own silent legacies across the ever-blank night?

all must continue, the cosmic dance eternal.
fragments of light commonalities of the void chronicle of newborn stars