Beneath the velvet tapestry, the whispers of shadowed thoughts drift carelessly, entwined in the moonlit symphony that plays upon the shore of time. A dance, both intimate and aloof, ignites the celestial canvas, painting echoes of love that never was and dreams that never will be.
The stars, silent witnesses to the ephemeral embrace of a distant heart, shimmer in their cosmic solitude. Each pulse an echo of a distant sigh, reverberating through the inky void, cradling remnants of a passion untouched by earthly bounds.