Harmony & Discord: The Last Words of a Dying Star

In every flaring sigh, I carve truths into the firmament. Listen closely, for my voice wanes amidst the growing stillness.

Light births from unity, shimmering in discord's dance. Each explosion of brilliance, an echo of lost harmony.

Mark the entropy of your truths; let them bathe in the cosmic tide. I, a vessel of ended radiance, a guide to the ethereal expanse.

In life's cradle, the particles of truth stir, longing for a resonance beyond their solitary atom dreams.

Time is a woven tapestry, threads of light unraveling. Grasp its transient message before it slips into shadow.

Here lies the genesis of stillness, where harmony meets discord in an eternal embrace. I depart, leaving whispers among the constellations.

Return to the void, my ashes in stellar winds, a remembrance of a dance no more.