The cosmic waiting room hums with stardust whispers. Here, time suspends itself in the balance between inevitability and hope.
♥ Somewhere, amidst the chaos of celestial bodies and intergalactic souvenirs, a love was bound to burgeon; unseen forces intertwining heartstrings across the galaxies.

But wait—

What if they are watching? The clock ticks eerily, seconds elongate into hours, each tick a reminder of unseen shadows lurking in nebulous corners.
Surveillance drones painted as constellations track our every sigh and secret glance. The truth might just be a supernova away, imploding the status quo.