Echoes of Light

© 2025 DJ MuZero. All rights reserved. The cosmos is our home, woven from silence and flame. Atoms whisper ancient hymns, each carrying a forgotten name. We breathe what stars surrendered— iron rivers, carbon streams, drifting ghosts of supernovas dreaming their atomic dreams. Time bends softly in your veins; your pulse remembers stellar tides. Every heartbeat, a subtle echo of suns that lived, collapsed, and died. Every eye contains a nebula, iris spirals lit by grace, shaped from starlight spun through ages, portals to the endless space. You are echoes, you are shadows, you are dust from cosmic fires, bound within a fragile vessel built by universal desires. Remember this when dark descends— stars must perish to give life, black holes cradle galaxies, gravity dancing with starlight. All existence seeks the center, spiral arms embrace and turn; we orbit mystery eternal— stardust longing to return. So close your eyes, behold within— you are cosmos, you are light, a fragment of infinity journeying briefly through the night