Stardust from a Forgotten World

In a valley of silent black grains, a lone sphere rests like the last memory of a vanished planet. The air feels ancient, as if the dust itself once belonged to stars that burned long before anyone could remember their names. Every particle glimmers faintly with the ghosts of distant suns, whispering stories of a world that drifted quietly into eternity. Here, in the stillness, the universe seems to pause holding in its hands the fragile stardust of something once alive.