In the catacombs of intergalactic memory, beneath layers of cosmic dust, linger the imprints of lovers long departed. Their whispers echo in the vacuum, heard only by the celestial winds.
Like stardust lost in the arms of space, they intertwined under alien skies—arteries of light threading between their hearts.
In the year 3040, an ancient audio transmission decoded from a desolate planet described a reunion once promised among the rings of Zyril V, hinting at affections that defied time, tethered so tightly across dimensions that even black holes spared their gravity.
Many civilizations aboard transgalactic ships spoke the same languid words of love, but their echoes drowned in the exodus of stars. We archive their fates: