"Listen, little traveler, to the song etched in the spiral of eternity
Nameless winds bore it from the cradle of my fiery birth
Through the corridors of cosmic seas, I sing as I fade
My voice mingles with the lull of ocean tides,
A melody of light turned shadow, of warmth becoming chill."
Linger not in stories spun of gold threads,
For I am older than your tales, older than your worlds,
An ember in the dark, speaking in whispers,
Speaking of origins, of nebulae woven with dreams,
Of stardust seeds scattered across galaxies far beyond your perception.
"Dear heart, when my last spark flickers,
Look to the horizon—where the sea kisses the void,
And you will see the reflection of a thousand suns
Bursting forth through the shattered veil of space
There bloom flowers of flame in realms unseen."
A final echo, a pulse of time
Crystallized within the conch you'd held
Cacophony of aeons, tangled
Within whispers of seashells,
This was my offering.