In the beginning, there was fire, and in the end, it flickers and fades into the void.
Hearken to the crimson whispers of ancient nebulae, where silence reigns eternal.
Once blinding brilliance, I spiral into darkness—an echo of cosmic solitude.
Gather the ashes of my dying light, scattered across the tapestry of eternity.
I speak not for the living, nor the fallen, but for the shadows that remain.
Their names etched in stardust, their cries swallowed by the blackened abyss.
Listen—listen closely—as I unravel my luminous tale, thread by thread.
Open your heart to the void, for it is here where I find my final sanctuary.
Let the universe weep in silence, for I am nothing but a memory, soon to fade...