Was it merely the rustle of stars over the crystal sand, or an unheard symphony of galaxies conversing in melodies unheard by waking eyes? Beyond the veil, they whispered; soaring tides of silken dreams, bleeding into tinged horizons.
"You shall not forget, as etched on your star's shadow," murmured elusive phantoms. Passionate outlines drew their silhouettes against realms' crests. Longing eclipsed reason, leaving signatures upon heartbeats, alien yet inexplicably familiar.
It had been in his dreams, every echo of a remembered touch, dissonant and harmonious wrapped in the embrace of ethereal night.