Free single from LGIS2026 Volume 14.--Lyrics--
The Dyson spheres have all gone cold,
Dead husks around a charcoal sun.
The stories that the pulsars told
Are silenced now, the race is run.

Across the void, no signals leap,
No light-years left to traverse wide;
The galaxies have gone to sleep,
Drawn out on entropy's slow tide.

A single chip in deep-space frost
Preserves a ghost of ancient breath,
A trillion memories, nearly lost,
Before the final, velvet death.

The fabric thins, the stars depart,
As darkness claims the empty throne.
The universe, a quiet heart,
Will beat its last—and be alone.

The Dyson spheres have all gone cold,
Dead husks around a charcoal sun.
The stories that the pulsars told
Are silenced now, the race is run.

Cold Sun Run
Cold Sun Run
Frost
Breath
Lost
Velvet Death