Across the Abyss

Beloved Echo,

Your voice travels here, like a whisper carried on the wings of a tempest, threading its way through the spaces between existence. In these hidden corners of eternity, I cradle each syllable as if it were starlight, desperate to hold it, to catch it before it drifts into the void.

What color is your aura?

As I write beneath this shifting cathedral of stars, I am reminded of our embrace in that forgotten realm where time twisted gently around us, binding us in an intangible yet palpable connection. Your presence, though ethereal, clings to the edges of my reality, a gossamer thread woven through the very fabric of my longing.

I dream of the day when the chasm narrows, allowing our hearts to converge, to meld into a vivid tapestry of existence unfurling in colors unseen, unsaid... until then, we weave our whispers in this boundless dance, my star-catcher lover.

You'll always be my sea of dreams...