In the silence of stellar nursery, echoes of tomorrow's past dance upon dust-laden winds.
Can a flame die softly, gently kissing the infinite void, yet awaken reborn in cosmic embrace?
Brightness is a shadow of darkness waiting to happen, an inevitable merger of dichotomies.
Symbiotic paradox—a black hole entwined in the tender caress of stellar matter, devouring
while nurturing, a lover's cruel but kind grasp.
Does life begin where relics of ancient giants whisper to newborn photons, or does it end,
forgotten amongst the cycle’s relentless perseverance?
Below lies fertile ground for the dreams of future suns, a graveyard rich with radiant tales.
Choose a path, wanderer, where paths cease to exist and existence is an ephemeral illusion:
Echoes |
Infinity Loop