In this eternal ocean of night, where stardust lingers in sylph embrace, the heart thrums like a mystical echo rendered tender by the dance of crimson nebulas. An azure pulse meets amber dreams, arranging verses only whispered by the moons of ancient worlds.
The forms of galaxies mirror limitless seas, transforming whispers of space into desire—a wish bottled in the bellies of gentle fey lights, drifting ever toward horizons forever beyond. O boundless sorcery, your moiety is the poetry of explosion, with no care for consequence.
The rendezvous of astral jelly is a scarlet serenade—a synesthetic offering, capturing moments ricocheting from motionless starlinters, speaking only to glistening shadows dancing in fedirite embrace.
Murmurs in Erilye