In the twilight of existence, a last breath of incandescent light flickers, painting the void in hues of longing. Whispered truths echo through space, resonating with the secrets woven into the fabric of time. Each atom a memory of dreams unfulfilled, shattered by the gravity of insatiable desire.
With every collapsing sun, an elegy is birthed—a spectral dance of ghostly energies, colliding like ancient sorrows. Beneath the ashes of stars lay the remnants of hope, tangled in a cosmic web of what once was. The celestial wheel churns, unraveling visions unseen in realms untraveled—a tapestry of fears and sentiments adrift.
What are dreams but echoes of light lost, shimmering in the chasms of our minds? As the ancient nebula whispers its dying words, the universe weeps in radiant silence. Are we mere shadows of those forgotten?
A Threnody for Echoes | Fractured Recollections | Paths of the Night Sky