Solitude... in the vastness of cosmic cradle the ember breathes its last, yet the galaxy forgets not the silent hymn. To flicker is the tradition, a dance of luminescence borrowed from eternal voids.
Once, a beacon, now a memory unspooled, it whispers to the gravity holds, binding time into aurora paths. Are you seeing it? The slow unravelling of destiny's tapestry, seeking starsong hidden pathways.
Outward the remnants scatter, a paradox of warmth and chill—do you hear the echoes? The sonorous goodbye to all here and not... all quiet thoughts unravel, scattering into space, dust and spark.
Connection, once vibrant, becomes threadbare, flickering wisps of what was, what will, tangled in gravities embrace. The final contractions whisper... across aeons, into silent eternity.
The cosmos asleep now, yet the heart remembers; the flickering wish awakens dreams untold. String Theory in Nebular Dreams
Voices, echoes of dawn before dusk, before dawn—here lies the cathedral of silent fire. Whispering Shadows Beyond
The experience purgative, cleansing the celestial body—no more tides, no more solace. The Light Unseen by the Stars