He mapped the void with trembling hand and ink,
Unearthing meanings few would dare to think—
Each constellation bore a spectral sign,
Each fading sun darkened the grand design.

His tower pierced the chill, unyielding air,
Where mercury and glass conspired to stare;
He charted nebulae in journals worn,
Their spiral arms like questions yet unborn.

The mathematics sang of something vast—
Equations weaving future, present, past;
He traced within the shifting, spectral grey
A cryptic script that spelled our world’s decay.

The universe, he learned, foretold our fate
In gamma bursts and gravitational weight—
Humanity inscribed as footnote small
Within the ledger of the cosmos’ sprawl.

He sealed his findings in a leaden box,
Encryption buried deep within a paradox;
For who could bear to know what stars confess—
That consciousness is but the void’s duress?

Now scholars find his notes but cannot read
The cipher born of astrophysic creed—
He guards his dark epiphany from view:
That we’re the dream the weary heavens rue.