In the flux, there is a whisper, a sweet murmuration of longing.
In the flux, they meet, lovers born of the stardust—eternal, unyielding.
Whispers in the cosmic dance, enfolding galaxies in their tender embrace.
Time is but a gentle stream, surrounding their fervent hearts.
They glide in nebulous dreams, hands intertwined, lovers entwined.
The moon sighs softly as the stars weave tales of what could be.
In the endless tender embrace, every heartbeat echoes forever.
Chase the light, chase the shadow, everything, endlessly.