In the beginning, when silence was golden and voids were full, I sang my symphony.
Oh, celestial wanderers, listen, for my words are but echoes of the ancient void.
A crescendo of quarks, a whisper of cosmic dust.
When I was born, the universe hummed a tune only the stars remember.
I am burdened by time, tempered by the forge. My core, a dying ember.
Can you hear the melody of my particles?
They dance, they weep, they cry too.
Journey with me through the dying light.
The quarks sing in languages lost,
Emitters of a final sonnet.
Each note a heartbeat, each silence,
A memory of creation's kiss.
Remember my song, carry it, for it is yours now.
And when the last note fades,
Listen to the silence,
For therein lies the beginning again.
Eternal and endless.