He whispered to the night, gathering verses from twilight's embrace —

"Stars are but echoes of forgotten touch, enshrined in silent fervor."

As I lingered under their luminous gaze, the world's breath became our serenade.

Where the Milky Way wept, we crafted constellations of our own undone memories.

Fragile stars, each a sigh, a heartbeat, sculpted gently from eternal longing.

❤ & Star ✯