Terminal Stillness - Abyssal Reflections

From the ashes of stars, we were born, A spark in the void, a fleeting dawn. Through the ages, we carved our name, But the earth remembers our reckless flame. We are the children of dust and time, A fragile thread in the grand design. Yet we rise, we fall, we break the chain, In the silence, the earth reclaims. The forests fell, the rivers dried, In our wake, the world has cried. Yet still we march, blind and proud, A shadow cast by a dying shroud. We are the children of dust and time, A fragile thread in the grand design. Yet we rise, we fall, we break the chain, In the silence, the earth reclaims. "Time is the river, and we are but stones, Worn smooth by the currents, yet never alone. The earth will endure, long after we fade, A silent witness to the choices we've made." We are the echo of a fleeting age, A story written on a fragile page. In the silence, the earth will rise, A testament to our fleeting skies.