The Rime of the Cosmic Traveler cont

Part III And there I learned the silent truth: The song I broke was whole. It binds all stars, all stones, all souls; A thread that makes us full. To harm but one, is harm to all— A lesson seared in pain. Now I must mend these broken chords And weave the song again. --- Part IV So now I roam, from star to star, My story told with care: Of pride, of loss, of one sharp choice, And songs too bright to bear. The melody of life endures, A thread through cosmic whole. It binds each being, stone, and star; A chorus of the soul. To break one note is break them all— This truth I dearly earned. And so I wander, seeking peace: For harmony, returned. --- Conclusion The traveler’s voice falls soft and low, A whisper through the night: “To mend the song, to heal the threads, Is to restore the light.”