Through the veil of endless night, a lion’s head ablaze in light, golden mane a comet’s trail, roars that shake the cosmic vale. Claws of time and fangs of fire, burning with an ancient pyre, leaping past the stars and spheres, chasing echoes, bending years. Aether trembles, planets spin, as the aeon sheds its skin, shedding past and future’s weight, racing toward the prism gate. Nebulae in hues untold twist in spirals, bright and bold, time dissolves, and space distorts— into the rainbow portal’s core. With one final, thundering stride, through the spectrum’s mouth it glides, roaring through eternity, becoming one with destiny.
