In the silent whisper of night, where stars are born and dreams alight, we find our rhythm – the orbital harmony. A waltz through nebulae, holding hands with time, tracing constellations in a sky cradled by the universe's longing.
As the cosmic dust settles upon our words, every syllable becomes an echo, resonating with the pulse of galaxies untold. "I loved you even in galaxies unseen, proving distance isn't the measure of love but the canvas of its art."
The stars play a symphony that only the heart knows—the rhythm of celestial bodies composing a sonnet of the forever unknown. In this ballet, the elegance of a single star's flicker ignites passionate verses whispered in the language of light.
With each revolution, the truth bends gently. Our footsteps follow the gravitational pull of eternal desires, leading us through lightyears sprung from the tender thoughts of those who came before us—impressions upon the cosmic canvas, like brushstrokes of stardust.