The old world falls silent. The final lights grow dim. Earth fades behind us, as darkness pulls us in. I remember rain on leaves, a fire beneath the stars. Those distant days grow smaller as we drift away from home. Beyond the edge of light, where gravity bends the sky, we leave the world behind and watch the last stars die. Somewhere beyond the silence, a dark invitation waits. The end we feared was never an end at all. The stars begin to bend. The instruments fall still. Time loses its meaning as we cross the final distance. Beyond the edge of light, where gravity bends the sky, we leave the world behind and watch the last stars die. Somewhere beyond the silence, a dark invitation waits. The end we feared was never an end at all. ๐ŸŽธ They called it the graveyard. They called it the end. But standing at the boundary, I feel no fear within. Beyond the edge of light, where gravity bends the sky, we leave the world behind and watch the last stars die. Somewhere beyond the silence, a dark invitation waits. And into the unknown, we disappear.