He walked between stars, where silence filled the void with whispers of forgotten constellations.
Dust and echoes formed pathways, leading to doorways unseen.
Go beyond the orbit.
Threads faded in the starlight, weaving decay into a once-vibrant cosmic quilt.
Weightless, he drifted through entropy—
outstretched fingers tracing spectral orbits, swallowing shadows.
The tapestry raveled, knitting stories of collapse and rebirth in stellar alembics.
Unearth the relics.
Past nebulous dreams bound by spectral fibers,
the remnants of memories linger, cicadas singing in shades of twilight.
Veiled stardust glows with an echoing pulse,
old light marching across lightyears as silent witnesses.
Each grain a world, forgotten, formless—a nova’s soft lament.
The pathways crack luminosity whispers and softspoken helix,
celestial mechanization breathing life into lingering infinity.
Identify the epoch.
A lingering warmth—an ethereal flare recedes—
hushed conversations inaudible, echo crushed charm against cosmic bars.
We watched the stars unravel,
as light became darkness once more.