Through the endless stretch of cosmic tide,
A lonely traveler walks in stride.
Stars ignite and fade away,
Yet onward still, he makes his way.
Galaxies whisper in silent embrace,
Time dissolves without a trace.
Each step echoes in the black,
Yet he never dares look back.
Planets crumble, comets weep,
Still, he moves—awake, yet deep.
Fate unseen, but always near,
Beckoning him beyond all fear.
Through nebulae of ancient breath,
He walks toward phenomenal death.
Not an end, but a vast rebirth,
Beyond the echoes of this Earth.
For in the void, where silence sings,
He will dissolve into all things.
A spark, a shadow, a fleeting light,
Forever lost in endless night.
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