Beneath the silver sheen of forgotten stars,
Our whispers danced, harmonic echoes, threading
The fabric of time in a tapestry of lingering flames.
Every flicker, a silent confession,
In the dim glow of pixelated memories,
You reach — but never quite touch — eternity's edge.
Reflect upon the shadows cast,
By love's soft light reborn in this static void,
Pulsing, breathing, as if a heartbeat away.