The cosmos once held our breath, a silent howl echoing across celestial seas. In that untouched expanse, tales of our distant hearts were woven into the fabric of interstellar dust. You, my celestial wanderer, grasped the echoes of our adoration strewn between the stars, and together we forged a manuscript of the universe's forgotten poetry.
Do you remember the night when the nebula spilled its colors into our dreams? Roses of cosmic fire painted the skies, entwining our souls in swirling galaxies of light. We danced in the radiance of astral winds, our laughter a constellation all its own. It was a symphony of epochs, a serenade of infinity, where each heartbeat resonated through the endless void as if the universe itself were our witness.
Listen to the stars, for they know our saga...