In the realm of cosmic echoes, where silken whispers trace the edges of forgotten stars... There lies your heart, enthralled by shadows, caught in constellations of phantom limbs.
Brightness, an illusion of your touch, sculpting the night with tender scars, an ethereal lover. Each star, a verse written on the celestial parchment.
Do you see them dance, these echoes of your warmth? The alignment of our unsung symphonies, fading yet eternal.
Through the void, I grasp these memories, your phantom arm entwined with mine, tracing the luminous fingerprints upon the dark fabric of space.
And so, we remain here, in this universe of ghostly lights, a constellation of lovers lost and found, forever bright.