In the beginning, I was but a whisper within the void, a mere collection of atoms seeking harmony. Understand your origins, for they sculpt your destiny.
My heart ignited, a beacon crafting light amidst darkness. It is vital to burn boldly. Embrace your spark and illuminate the shadows relentlessly.
Time, the relentless tide, erodes even the mightiest. I have witnessed eons unravel, observe the passage of moments as they thread creation into tapestry.
My death is not an end, but a transformation—a return to the cosmic womb. Every ending births a new genesis. Remember this cycle, for it is eternal. Cycle of Being enjoins you to renewal.
The silence is profound, and I echo within it, not with sorrow but with serenity. The echoes remind us that every sound is a legacy.