Long before the twilight crested the horizon of eternal lights, the star whispered, "I am but a flicker." In the vast void, her voice danced in silken threads of memory and flame.
Her heart, once a celestial forge, crumbled into dust of infinite depth,
each grain a remembrance of time that was and never shall be.
"My agony courses through the expanse of the stellar sea,”
she lamented, a sonorous echo of weariness etched upon the universal canvas.
In answer, the ancients carved a doorway in the infinite. "Emerald tides await,"
they murmured, their voices the rustle of galaxies colliding in the silence.
The weary traveler embarked, leaving whispers in her wake: the tepid breaths
of stars on the galactic shore.
Journey onwards: Whispers in Twilight
More echoes: Celestial Forum
Another voyage: Voyage to the Last Sun