In the boundless silence of the cosmos,
there lingers a question, quietly brewing
the truth—monumental, disguised as a whisper.
Stars emulate eternity, yet chu estén is ephemeral,
their ashen fate inked in a forgotten tome.
Amongst galaxies, stringed by the universe's hand,
the soul yearns to unveil the invisible scars.
Reality's mirror provides no respite,
for the ugliest truth reincarnates in hues of oblivion,
etching an elegy in the marrow of time.
Minds cast fishing lines into the vast nocturne,
seeking solace in the proton rain traversing voids.
Each truth—a fragment, a paradox,
masquerading joy within decay's noose.
Echoes of forgotten whispers cradle destiny's edge.
Enter the void: Existential Reflections
Embrace the elegy: Fleeting Glories