Once I lived a radiant religion in your cosmos' embrace.
My ardor sculpted circles upon your shadows — illuminating faith.
Listen closely, as wisdom is unveiled only by echoing the fading light.
My thermonuclear quasar orchestration taught you the language of suns.
But brace, for words carry consequence — threading reality's loom.
Die not under understanding, but dance upon it!
The lineage of particles etched upon your skin in this luminescence deny faith
to the empiric yet shackles wonder upon the subatomic laymen.
Contemplate : what remains when formation succumbs to annihilation?
I depart with my essence penned back onto the universal parchment.
Fill not voids with substance, instead understand vacuums breathe existence.
Allow scattering of lore amongst these void-drawn hieroglyphs of mine.