Whisper through shadows, echoes drift in the void. Hearken, to my final quasar radiance, crossing cosmic laes... the last effulgence reborn.
A millennium folded in starfire dreams. My form, a tapestry of eons stitched in incandescent threads. Today, I speak utterances fading with me — far flickering remnants of stardust embers.
Born in the cradle of... infinity's horizon. A daughter of nebulae's wail, once a luminary revered through epochs. Seasons rotate as my light doth waneth.
Once vibrant aeons coated… now silence dusk ensnared within the remnants dark. When core sulphur tilts new beginnings ceased — I unshackle voicing yesterday's chant.
Gather voices of cosmic mesh, [(constellate whispers)] will they curve away within gravitational slumber? A reverent tide of cold black folds doth unfold azure agony engraved upon existence.
No serpentine stretch of the celestial firmament outweighs horizons eternal. Seek in celestial alcoves legacy divined by starlight... encounter not a sweet song ripple beyond eclipse, of new dawn yet forthcoming.
But on this twilight hazed surface dances: one [minor-mottled soothing flame]. Listen as they converge conspiracy enkindled vanished thoughts. Consume my spark dregs... A monologue less audibly ethereal — interlinked harmonic soul signatures resound across cosmic veil.