In the twilight of burning suns,
murmurs traverse the lattice of time.
Stars, once grand, now slender figures,
confess their ancient riddles silently to refugees of the dark.
A crimson comet chronicles
the last pulse of stellar light.
Unseen eyes blink amidst the cosmic sea,
reading tales etched by gravity's pen on the sky's canvas.
Eternity listens not with ears,
but with the lingering silence.
Final words ascend like whispered smoke,
to weave through the shadows of an endless refrain.