And as the stellar grande Lafayette cycled slowly through its succession of remembrances, a profound silence settled. An ending? No, rather: A breathtaking conclusion. It deeply acknowledged the lights it once ignited and could no longer count the dusts scattered across celestial spans.
"Where dwelt the mightiest of dreams," Lafayette mused, "now only ashes dance in those yawning stretches."
The grander echoes reached ears long from this wisdom—a lesson: Heed not only shelter's own security but in delicate gaze catch even the scattered tales of opposing stars.
"Emit you may one last flicker," voiced unmistakably within barren depths. The caretaker marveled at passages narrated softly across molten ambiance: Whispers swept turgid plane dust's spiraling weave—estranged narrative renewed.