Supernova Sentiment
The echoes of long-vanished constellations linger here,
like the sigh of a comet lost to the sands of time.
Once, a silent star wept,
its tears forming the universe's first lullaby.
In the depths of a dying nebula,
${dreams_breathe}: thoughts untethered, floating.
Memories of supernovae
etched in cosmic ink,
${distant_whispers}: secrets of the void.