In the dying whisper of a star's breath, where light flickers in a futile dance, a masquerade unfolds.
Gathered shadows feast upon remnants of ancient warmth, swirling in cosmic ballet, while time dissolves.
The star speaks its final elegy, a symphony without sound, echoing through voids untold. Listen closely.
Periphery of existence... a flicker fades, a memory retained amidst the abyss.
Trace the silhouette's lament.
Through holographic veils, the last words linger: unyielding, luminous, forever ephemeral.
Venture into the echo of a forgotten hymn.