Deep within the cosmic cradle, where light fades and time folds into itself, lies a maw of silent longing—a blackhole.
Herein, beyond the veil of reality, the echoes of passionate thoughts linger, fossilized in the fabric of spacetime. As a lover uncovers the delicate scars of ages on a beloved's skin, so too must one traverse these eternities.
In the embrace of the eternal night, the heart's rhythm beats softer yet—each pulse a reminder of warmth once shared, now etched in the cosmos like constellations of truth.
Gaze, dear traveler, upon the infinite canvas where dreams blend with stardust, and the soul's whispers become monuments of forgotten affection.