Shadows of moonlit memories,
scattered across the silent ethers.
Hear the whispers of crimson stars fading.
Listen, listen... the echoes, oh the echoes:
Gravity's ballad
a tale spun by the universe's breath.
What remains in the void but
fragments of acestral frequencies lay
preserved in cosmic symphonies?
A nebula, breathing
out hues of sapphire silence...
We are mere echoes.