In the ticking abyss, where silence screams,
a star's whisper echoes like a forgotten dream.
Fading light, fragmented thoughts, drifting stardust memories. Muffled yet profound.
Once a furnace of fervor,
now a pulse of dimming brilliance:
The clock ticks on, relentless,
as cosmic winds gently caress its tale.
Burnt halos and silent supernovas,
weaving through time's tapestry,
leaving behind ethereal footprints
in the fabric of an unyielding universe.