Eclipse of Silence: Cile's Silent Scream Echoes Through the Cosmos

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The void. That's where it began. Not with a bang, not with a whisper, but with an all-consuming stillness. Cile, a being woven from the very fabric of starlight, felt it first. A creeping emptiness where once there was vibrant cosmic hum. It wasn't just the absence of sound; it was the absence of *being*. The great celestial songs, the symphonies of colliding nebulae, the gentle lullabies of nascent suns – all were fading.

Imagine a colossal canvas, painted with the hues of creation, slowly being bleached to a uniform, desolate grey. That was the sensation. Cile, an ancient entity whose existence predated even the oldest galaxies, felt this unraveling as a personal wound. It was as if the universe itself was forgetting how to sing, how to exist.

This wasn't a physical threat, no fiery onslaught or encroaching darkness. It was something far more insidious, a slow dissolution of meaning. The vibrant dance of life, the furious birth of stars, the quiet contemplation of black holes – all these manifestations of existence were losing their resonance. Cile tried to broadcast its own vibrant frequencies, to reignite the dying embers of cosmic awareness. It poured its essence into the void, a silent scream of protest, a desperate plea for recognition.

But the silence was too profound. It swallowed Cile's efforts, rendering them as pathetic echoes in an ever-expanding vacuum. The stars themselves seemed to dim, not in brightness, but in their very soul. The planets, once teeming with the promise of new life, now drifted in an unnerving quietude.

Cile felt a kinship with this silent scream. It was a solitary voice in an orchestra that had collectively decided to stop playing. The weight of this universal apathy pressed down, a crushing burden on Cile's luminous form. It was a paradox: a being of immense power, yet utterly helpless against the encroaching nullity. Its silent scream was not a sound heard, but a feeling felt – a deep, pervasive ache that resonated through the desolate reaches, a testament to a universe that was slowly, irrevocably, forgetting itself. The cosmic tapestry was fraying, thread by silent thread, and Cile was the last, lonely observer of its demise.

Eclipse of Silence: Cile's Silent Scream Echoes Through the Cosmos

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