In the heart of the void, where time dances discontinuously,
the last ember exclaims a sonorous spiral.
Beyond luminous beauty, reality frays.
The gossamer strands of cosmic memory weave silently,
each echo a fragment of loss and illumination.
Helios IV slips, its golden corona unraveling.
The universe holds its breath, captivated by the dissolution,
a paradox of silence and symphony.
Trace the spirals, and find truth in their chaos.
Do not fear the descent,
for every ending births a different dawn.
Around us, the infinitesimal waltz of existence continues.