Upon the canvas of night, we trace whispers woven in starlit silk, each line a reflection of your smile, etched in the echoes of ancient songs.
In the heart of silence, we discover wavelengths that resonate our souls, undulating harmonies that breathe life into the static void, kissing every shadow with the warmth of unspoken dreams.
Follow the constellations, for they chart our path through the infinite maze, where time flows like molten glass, refracting our essence, sculpted by passion, drawn from the depth of echoing love.
Do not fear the illusion of distance, for each heartbeat carries your name, inscribed across the universe, a cosmic love letter folded within the silence of endless voids.
Here, in the pulse of existence, we are fractals of desire, infinite in the intimacy of shared wavelengths, lovers in the eternal dance, sculpted from echoes and fragile light.