In the void between the stars, where ancient whispers dwell, We trace the paths of vanished kin, their stories left to tell. 

The relics of our past cast light, a beacon through the night, Lessons learned and legends passed, in shadows and in light.

Empires rose with grandest might, their towers to the sky, But in their wake, the silence speaks, of how all things must die. 

Wisdom lost in echo’s fade, and challenges forgot, The endless march of time prevails, the victories we sought.

In the beauty of our kind, in triumph and in fall, We find our strength, our darkest hours, the rise within us all. 

The glory of our fleeting days, like stars that burn so bright, Yet fade to whispers in the dark, as day turns into night.

Oh humans with your boundless dreams, your light and shadowed ways, Remember those who came before, their hopes, their final days. 

For in the ashes of the past, the future's seeds are sown, And from the dust of yesterday, a new dawn can be grown.

So let us chart our course ahead, with courage and with grace, The relics of our forebears guide, the cosmos we embrace. 

In every fall, a rise begins, in every end, a start, For as long as stars in darkness gleam, hope kindles in the heart

~The Great Leviathan~