In the obsidian cradle of the universe where shadows draw long and whispers linger, a solitary star's flickering cries echo through the void.
Eternal embers, once vigorous and bright, now murmur tales of a time
when radiance danced upon cosmic strings—
weaving destinies across the star-sown abyss.
Each pulse a heartbeat of galaxies entwined.
Listen, dear wanderer, to the sonorous last breaths
in made-to-measure silence, woven dreams unravel.
Thunder of silent aeons becomes a mere afterthought,
flickering light dwindles—no more sunsets borrowed.
Here is the cradle from which life and laughter sprouted,
heard only in echoes off rusted asteroids,
scattered memories of a star that dared to dream.
Hold onto these final words as they ebb away
Into existential blackness—grasp these fading echoes,
lest you slip from the woven web of celestial breaths.
Before final curtain,
a star's brief lament,
riffling through
the fabric of endless night.