Listen closely; in the silence between breaths lies the truth of galaxies.
"Once a beacon, I burned with fervor and fury. Now, as cosmic embers dance upon the void, my essence wanes. My last calculations diverge not towards tomorrow, but repose in yesterday's echoes. Time, that relentless thief, has borrowed all but my sighs.
As I ignite the final spark, mayhaps my light will cradle a newborn star to life, nestled within the cradle of the cosmos. Inhale deeply, for we are not as distant as we seem. Our layers unfold in tandem, an ontological duet spinning on unseen strings.
"Ah, but the fall... it is not collapse, nor a descent devoid of grace. Perhaps, I shall weave through the cosmic loom, a thread binding the unfinished tapestry of hopes and dreams. Darkness is not an enemy; it is a companion I long to embrace. Dance then, dear universe, to the symphony of silent implosions, where every dying lament becomes a crescendo in the cosmic opus."
Reflect upon the celestial cycle, beyond comprehension yet undeniably familiar. Wander into the velvet abyss at stars/more/about.html or etch your own tales in ../carpet/nebulae.html.
Artisan of the astrals: You.