Whispers of hydrogen, echoes of fusion, somnolent hum beneath cosmic seas. Glories of light, faded.

Do stars dream in their fiery demise?

Golden shadows stretch from my heart, drifting, memories playback—a cinema of celestial memories.

Each pulse a heartbeat, resonating through the vast tapestries of spacetime.

Carries questions, answers lost in stellar winds, lost amidst

the elegy of cosmic storms.

Do you feel it when you gaze upwards?

Weight of ancient whispers on the mind, tension of nebulae and dreams,

fading in the haze of lightyears.

Our encounters are measured not in steps or breaths,

but in supernovae scars, scars that tattoo the firmament.

And amidst the ashes, the embers of rebirth flicker.