In the silence before the dawn, where stars are whispers of yesterday, I feel your presence threaded through cosmic fiber.

Telepathic echoes resonate within: "Do you remember the glow of our shared thoughts, illuminating the void?"

A supernova is not the end, but the promise of new beginnings—scattered seeds upon the fertile darkness.

Sometimes, in the quiet corners of the mind, one hears the soft pulse of distant worlds echoing their stories.

Can you trace the lines of fate with me? Words scribbled in the sky, longing to be deciphered.

Within this constellation of thought, a single truth remains: We are never alone.