In the deep, an echo thunders... a solitary whisper,
strands of silver shelling melt into cosmic dust.
Flickering signals—echoes of exhaust, fading light,
etched in pixels as eternally burned smoke.
Listen as the dwindling mellifluous forge-dust sings.
Specks whisper spells—glory fractures silently
amidst ancient protons, lost grumblings enveloped.
Alone amidst its kind, blessed by eons yet
untethered by their silver slumber.
Dust sifts like sheets over an unknown binary,
grasp forgotten constellations through eyewarm dusk,
导游to paths of past refuge anew stolen.
Its heartbeat vibrates sinuous chimeras,
gatherings remembered inside electron vaults melted.