In the unyielding darkness of the cosmos, a symphony of silent stars orchestrates an elegy. Here, in the void, where light falters and whispers fade, the constellations of forgotten lovers linger, their shapes etched in the fabric of despair.
Once, they burned bright, these celestial figures, shining with a fervor unmatched. They traced the silhouette of longing across the sky, a tapestry woven with threads of hope and dreams, golden in its beauty, yet fragile as a lover's sigh.
As time unfurled, the stars succumbed to entropy, their passionate glow dimming, receding like memory into the deep. Yet some remnants of their power linger here, echoing in the winds that carry the remnants of their tale—of two souls entwined, now scattered among the void.
Seek the hidden constellations that speak of you and me, cradled in the abyss.
The universe sings to those who listen, a melody of decay and rebirth, a reflection of love's eternal dance in the endless night.