Ecliptica

The stars do not speak anymore.

Only light remains — stretched and slow.

We sent our names across the void,

But time dissolved the signal long ago.

We walked through fire, we wept in chrome,

Built shrines from memory and bone.

Now all that breathes is still and wide —

A final sky we cannot hide.

This is the silence we became,

No titles left, no gods to name.

Just echoes in a fractured line,

And dust that used to dream of time.

I remember voices, I remember flame,

The ashes fell, but we remained.

Now even echoes fade to black,

The path ahead… will not look back.

…are you still listening…

…did you make it through…

…was any of this… real…

Ecliptica — the light that bends,

The line we cross, where all things end.

We disappear, but not alone…

End transmission. We are home.

A soft pulse… a breath… then nothing.