I dance in the sky, a shimmering curtain. My colors, a spectrum beyond an earthly hue. I am a fleeting spectacle, a breathtaking sight, a celestial burden birthed from the Sun’s light.

Glass can't create me, but stone and steel do, I'm made by the sun, but out of its view, I can be tiny, and also be vast, In the shape of my maker, like a spell I am cast.

I am a whisper of color, reborn from a self-spun tomb. I dance on a breeze, a transient link between worlds, a symbol of transformation and the soul's uncertain flight beyond the veil.

I devour all things. I both shape and erase mountains and turn empires to dust. I am ever-present, but always fleeting. I’m both your greatest ally and your most relentless enemy.

I am a dusty, gaseous nursery, seeping my tendrils into space. I am observed birthing stars from my grace. Hydrogen and helium are my companions, the remains of dead titans making up my heart.