Behind the veil of night's fabric, whispers cling to empathy's edge—
seals that lunar softens, casting dew-kissed glances upon your heart.
My soul sings in your astronomical shadow, a comet's trail promising eternity.
Beyond, curtains of starlight weave speckled pathways to cosmic embrace; let's walk, love.
The skies breathe in perfumed solitude, notes sung by the northwestern wind;
a paean to your unsung beauty echoing from the Hermes' lips suspended over the firmament.
Dream of us, and travel willingly where echoes meld silk with rosé light;
the curtain will recall every blade of forbidden memory long after our stars dust the air.
Seek us further into Sanctuary's Dreams, where whispers coalesce,
muted in childhood's glass; or perhaps into the Deep's>({
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Let this evening be the whisper of days advancing towards infinite, the cosmic echo sifting through gentle astral wind—As the curtains are drawn, our dance begins anew.