The Unexplored Realms

The echoes of my ancient flicker whisper...

In the quiet embrace of empty skies...

Was I a beacon, or merely light?

Does my essence know the weight of emerald dreams?

The void, a canvas untrodden,

Speaks in colors unseen to the wearied eye...

The realms unexplored, an eternity masked behind darkness.

Follow the trails of my ephemeral glow,