Emblazoned against the infinite canvas of night, there lies the heart of Solaris Prime.
Words, strewn like falling embers, whisper of an ancient warmth.
"I sung hymns to the void," began the murmuring light,
each tone resonating with the fading echo of its own luminous past.
"I embrace the cosmos as an eternity of shimmering waves approach."
The tide, an echo of echoes, converges upon memories of stellar births.
Remnants in its wake celebrate the immeasurable beauty of time unraveling.
Slowly, the celestial serenade draws near its inevitable coda.
Solaris remembers the proximity of gallant supplicants motions, daring.
"Fear not this singularity, for I am not banished, but transformed."