To you who wander these ethereal trails: heed the counsel of the ancient light
whispering through stellar shadows, its once radiant heart now thrashed by
the unseen hands of time.
Gratitude Starfire, O luminous elder:
"In the folds of my ephemeral glow, learn the wisdom of our refrain:
every pulse, every flicker, a chronicle of forgotten realms.
Gather particles of my memory; weave them in your parallels.
Know the light, for in its absence, all is a whispered echo of what once was.
From the core to the edge, the journey is a circle:
begin in the centers of gravity, your own celestial wombs,
where stars coagulate in the dance of creation and dreams.
Trace the heartbeat.
Take these instructions carved by the hands of gravity:
- Let the auroras guide your sight.
- Count the eclipses like grains of cosmic sand.
- Hold tight to the supernova's sigh.
Silence, is the only melody we now know.
Sing this silence.