Amidst the interplanetary whispers, there lies a table set for two —
beneath the halo of a distant nebula, where time slips into dreams of
Here, under the stars that pulse with ancient fire, we find ourselves lost in the
embroidered dialogues of laughter and flickering reflections.
Do the past galaxies echo with our unspoken words, as we stir galaxies in each other's
sighted perilous, yet thrilling symphony?
Wings of silver comets brush against
the horizon's edge, longing for a taste of eternity — a quasar's kiss waiting to unveil
something profound beneath the astral hub. Will this dance
as the Aurora weep in hues of passion or will we simply fade as
whispered memories next to the eternal
constellations that watch over our private universe?
In this celestial diner, where every course is a journey and each sip breaks
the threshold to another world, I sit waiting for you to return with the last
piece of the cosmic puzzle that completes our