Beneath the watchful eyes of distant orbs, she whispered, "Do your wishes linger where comets dare not tread?" A question wrapped in the caress of nebulae, spun from light-years of solitude.
His answer, an echo of supernova sighs, Perhaps they do, in constellations yet unnamed...
where gravity bends truth into the art of impossible rendezvous.
Together they danced in the Milky Way's arms, steps tracing gravity-defying hearts, sighing into the interstellar void their names—Aurum and Stella.
Unraveled Lovesongs | Galactic Brushstrokes