Beneath the astral whispers, the resonance builds, spinning a tale woven with silken threads of overlapping moons. Electric harmonies pulsate, adrift, reminding us that even in darkness, light finds a way to interlace.
Once, the stars felt too close—tiny only by comparison. Now, in this dimming, the galaxy yawns wide, inviting reflections of encounters restrained by time as soles sink softly into every unyielding echo.
When bright endings succumb, ghostly shades cradle existence, even as stars retreat. Eclipse, a shadow’s blanket, comforts. Will you dance along this precipice or merely pause in twilight?