It began on a quiet, shining planet, not knowing how rare its balance was. A place of stillness, where silence had depth and the light told the truth. But over time, the gravity shifted, light bent strangely, the silence between sounds grew longer. The air, once crisp with clarity, thickened with something unnamed. Now, we return for one final orbit, not to grieve the collapse, but to ignite what still glows within the ruins. To dance as if the ground were still sacred, to echo the truth one last time through walls that no longer listen. We’ll drift into the dark, towards unknown constellations – carrying with us the last clean breath of what was real. The planet changes. The pulse shifts. But what ends that night echoes into every tomorrow.