Upon this vast canvas of forgotten echoes, the cosmic dust settles gently,
tracing words unspoken in the language of stars and the silent dance of planets.
Each grain a memory, a whisper of galaxies intertwined in the tender embrace
of infinity, where time weaves the delicate threads of untold love stories.
We are but stardust, woven into the fabric of the universe,
seeking warmth in the gentle glow of celestial caresses.
In the quiet, we find solace, as dust knows no boundaries,
and each breath is a constellation yearning to be named.