"I felt existence splinter into shimmering fragments, akin to dreams laden with forgotten whispers..."
Last Pulsation: Year A8, Ninth Resonance
The aeons enfold; kindled echoes cascade into void. I listen, albeit silence inhabits its imperceptible dance.
Anonymous fires flicker; an orchestra of cosmic dust tries to compose lullabies.
Am I alone in the testament to time? My envelope of luminance dissolves into cradle hymns.
Traversing the eternal canvas, I recollect the coil.
Submission envelops truth akin to deliberations inscribed upon lithosphere tablets.
Daughter particles amalgamate, christening vacuity as creator.
Sway... Entice serendipity within nebula's seraphic glow split atop aquamarine dichotomies...
The final enunciation quivers at the horizon's ingress— wreathed in brilliance unelucidated, simplicity implored:
Yield fascination mountebank to cosmos burgeoning truthies unravel, "You were seeker oft before the found's fulcrum denied."
The implosion yearns to sing lullabies that humanity feared; tales frozen over starless nights succumb, pirouetting unto conclusive instants where stille meditates the infinite penumbras.
Whisper Unto Stardust