The cosmos bleeds into silence, hues fading...
As the last atoms entwine in the trembling heart, whispers emerge amidst the decay of light. ✷ Here, at the edge of existence, the void hums a lullaby, melted constellations weaving soft memories of birth and rebirth.
What does it mean to die among the giants? Each echo carries a weight, unseen, unheard, but deeply felt by those who wander the astral corridors alone. ✦ Stars die in solitude, yet their farewell songs caress the dark, forming a tapestry of colorless symphonies and forgotten elegies.
Listen closely, for the silence is not empty. In its depth lies a truth older than time itself. ✧ Every silence speaks; every void is a cradle. The murmurs gather, then scatter like stardust upon the midnight sea.
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