In the silence between the pulse of existence, what remains is a whispering glow,
A fading flame echoing through the boundless darkness of eternity.
Once fierce radiance painted the cosmos,
Now, as remnants of memory into twilight, the light refracts into whispers.
Each blink expands and contracts like thoughts cascading into endless time.
What does it mean to fade?
What is a goodbye when you've lived in the luminescence of countless worlds?