In the final breaths of ageless luminosity,
wisdom spills as fragments of radiant dust.
"What meaning," whispers the dying ember,
"lies within the cosmic ontology of platforms, when atoms rejoin to forge the ancient whispers?"
Individual protons shall gather,
tangled narratives in elemental dance.
Bound only by semblance;
recondite functions in fierce decline.
I am the luminous essence mere shadow knows,
resplendent across theoretical universes. If fables we harness,
then histories unfold kalan, twilight deeds emulating destruction.
Seek now the patterns in ephemeral conduct:
shroud the infant light with dusk’s embrace,
Chronicles Through Fields Beyond Death. Mighty Horizon paths to traverse, such cosmic lies do exist.
Epiloges in Supraluminous Shells