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  The galaxy spins in endless grace,

  A dance of stars, a vast embrace.

  It dreams of life, it dreams of might,

  While shadows fall, and worlds take flight.

  In Merssuit’s depths, where light is rare,

  The Kosh'Tar pray in silent stare.

  A shadow stirs—a void unknown,

  The prayers now turn to whispers, stone.

  Their chemicals twist, now out of plan,

  A mist of numbers no mind can scan.

  A scream of silence fills the void,

  For time itself seems now destroyed.

  Ark'Sul tend their sacred grove,

  But leaves turn glass, then light, then cove.

  The roots untangle, reach the sky,

  As if the earth forgot to try.

  They touch the air, it turns to mist,

  The scent of life—a thing dismissed.

  The sap now sings in notes too sharp,

  A lullaby from worlds apart.

  Varad'Tall, with maps of old,

  Watches stars blink out, then fold.

  He reads a path that wasn’t there,

  Coordinates that breathe despair.

  His fleet aligns, prepared for war,

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  Yet faces armies made of stars.

  Commands arrive, absurd, insane—

  "Destroy the echoes of the slain."

  Drex, so small, with minds so bright,

  Now watch as logic fades from sight.

  The tools they crafted turn to dust,

  And thoughts dissolve like broken trust.

  They gaze at voids that twist and hum,

  And see reflections yet to come.

  Their metal ships now drift like leaves,

  And stars slip through like silken thieves.

  Kar'Tul waits in shadows deep,

  Yet shadows now begin to creep.

  They twist and bend, form unknown,

  His eyes reflect what can’t be shown.

  He lifts his gaze—a sea of glass,

  Where whales of fire and time amass.

  His stolen skies now fractured seem,

  A pirate lost inside a dream.

  Iritan’s sands, so vast and wide,

  Now churn like oceans turned inside.

  The Halj'Kir race, with joy and pride,

  Now race against a shifting tide.

  They leap through dunes that pulse like hearts,

  And watch as day and night depart.

  The sun they sought is now a ring,

  Of cold black fire, devouring.

  Hrida'Kal, with wings so grand,

  Now holds the stars inside her hand.

  But stars dissolve like melting snow,

  And leave behind a pale glow.

  Her people soar, but skies are split,

  Where colors clash and fragments flit.

  She feels the balance slip away,

  And knows that night consumes the day.

  The galaxy lived its endless dream,

  A web of life, now split at seam.

  It fought, it loved, it bled, it spun,

  Yet something new had just begun.

  It breathed through space, a fractured thing,

  A heart that broke, no song to sing.

  It didn’t know the Earth’s sharp breath,

  Or what it meant to dance with death.

  No one knew, no one could see,

  The rippling tears of what must be.

  The galaxy, once full of light,

  Now wavers at the edge of night.

  And soon, perhaps, the change will come,

  A silent roar, a beating drum.

  For what they’ve built, for what they’ve dreamed,

  Will shatter where the echoes screamed.