In the hush of the astral sea, where colors bleed into eternity, I whisper. My heart, once ablaze with incandescent dreams, now dims to a whisper. A cosmic sigh.
The nebulae are my children, swirling in sorrow; the planets my forgotten verses, echoing in silence. Their orbits, a dance around the inevitable, a waltz of shadows and light.
Hearken, traveler, to the echoes of my supernovae. As my particles scatter, they form the poetry of the void—a tapestry woven in stardust and time.
Do you perceive the dreamscapes of dying light? The ethereal refrains of a star's last breath, an aural canvas unveiled in the universe's grand opera.
Fade with me, into the abyss of dazzling shades, where echoes cease, and the cosmos cradles a celestial lullaby. Listen, oh listen, to the silence after the symphony.