Within the silent decree of the cosmos, a timeless resonance enfolds us— shadows of yesteryear dance across the nebulae, whispering tales of the undying bark.
Intertwined with the cadence of stars, you are the melody my soul craves. A dance in non-linear time, harkening memories of love rooted deep in cosmic soil.
Does the didactic driftwood remember the touch of a distant lover's hand? Each brush against its bark thus becomes a memory etched anew in the wings of eternity.
Astronauts of affection, floating adrift on gossamer threads of moonlit dreams. The silent symphony ceaselessly composes our story, ever an unfinished opus.