Requiem of a Star Dreamer

In the quiet folds of cosmic silk, I linger, A fragile wisp of stardust, yearning for release.
The ethereal touch beckons, a siren’s call, Whispering secrets woven into constellations.
Why do I crave the void, the cold embrace? Perhaps it’s the memory of ancient collisions, Celestial bodies colliding in fiery passion, Creating galaxies from their cosmic debris.
The universe has touched me deep, imprinted Its cosmic fingerprint upon my very soul. I am a vessel of ethereal memory, a wanderer Between realms, seeking solace in oblivion.
Yet, even as I drift toward the event horizon, I glimpse the distant glow of distant stars. Their light, a lifeline, pulling me back from the abyss. For in this cosmic dance, I find purpose:
To witness the birth of novas, the death of suns, To be both particle and wave, ephemeral and eternal. And so, I resist the pull, the seductive allure, And choose to dance with the cosmos, not fade away.