Dearest Nova,
Between the folds of the cosmos, I whisper your name. Each star in Orion holds a memory of your laughter—celestial echoes wrapped in distant asteroid belts. When I gaze upon the Andromeda, I see not just a galaxy but a mystery yet unfolded, where our thoughts might drift like space dust, mingling in the ether.
Forever in the constellations,
Lyra
Beloved Astra,
The Milky Way spills secrets across time, each light year a step closer to you. Your presence in this universe is like a gravitational pull, impossible to resist. Imagining your smile wraps me in a nebula of warmth, illuminating voids too vast for human heart.
Until our galaxies align,
Orion
"Make a wish upon my heart and watch it drift like a comet trailing its luminous tale." - The Dreamer