The Phantom Trail of Luminary Whispers

*mind echoes through the eternity of sight* blinding light, dimming now; rivers of hydrogen like sands in time. once a mighty forge, now fragments, streaming mosques of nebulae... *the cracking sirens etch mural shadows* sighs from dense constructs, whispering in realms unsought *do i remember origins* or am i but the phantom's tale? indeed, the stars are but ancient memories, phosphorescing through orbit's cauldron; lost voices, fiery plains’ whispers: *-space* outstretched echo chambers, collided reminisce pathways *searching the cosmic thread* here, even the acorners of moons sigh lessons forgotten of their ancestral forms... yet through this vanishing light, *a blink echoes*: *Was I bright with your dreams?* *phantom echoes of impending silence recur...*