Underneath the endless canopy, whispers of celestial love endure in fragments.
"Do you remember that night?" she asked, eyes tracing the Orion's belt, her voice soft.
The other shrugged, stars twinkling above like shared secrets from ages past. "Something like it," he replied.
Somewhere in the cosmos, a laugh echoed—light and playful, reminding them of summer nights spent wrapped in dreams, the universe listening closely.
'You think they can hear us?' whispered a voice from the darkness, another traveler lost among the stars.
"Who?" someone else replied, unsure.
But the stars didn't answer, their light indifferent and ancient, casting shadows on questions unasked but understood.