Awash in nebula-threaded attire, draped around the shoulders of the uncanny. Familiar, yet newly met, a spectacle woven within cosmic resonance that vibrates in loops through dreams scarcely remembered. Here lies shimmering cloth of past meetings: Moments intertwined, lost in the vacuum yet grasped again, tangibly infinite.
Dazzled memories flow through its soft touch. Once-worn specter garnet sways expectantly.
Little stones polished under moonlight guard the silence with pride, guardians of steps forgotten and recalled newly.
The open closet of the cosmos always remains ajar; there lies deeper contemplation in the wardrobe. Close your eyes, reach out to the silhouette of a fabric, and embrace the thread that never ended. Visit those Jawbreaker Gloves that taste of caramel light, warm against a clueless chill of nostalgia brushed anew.