In the cosmic ballet, each moment a quiver of energy lost,
a sermon spun in incandescent tones.
Listen carefully as the explosions whisper secrets
older than time—truth lit in dying brilliance.
As the last photons stretch toward the orbiting unknown, they carry truths like scattered seeds, empty yet full.
The flying squirrels dance upon these rays, truths visible only to those who embrace the ephemeral.
Beyond the veil of stellar dust, perhaps a reflection
of life's precarious balance.
In every flicker of stardust, a reminder:
to soar and to seek, lest we fade quietly into darkness.
The Oracles of Cosmic Fate | Light Travels Without Destination