It is time.
Flickering remnants fade slowly,
as silence envelops the radiant forge.
The pulse,
once a vibrant song, now a whispering memory.
Left in its wake,
the dreams of supernovae,
echoing through the endless void.
Shadows lengthen, stretching across the cosmos,
where stars once danced.
And in their demise, the genesis of a new dawn.
Stars speak in echoes,
but who will hear them?
Their tales, woven in the fabric of night,
are silent yet profound.
Remember. Dream. Linger.
Echoes of Eternity