The Garlic Groove Rendezvous
Dearest Celestia,
In the swirling nebulae of my dreams, your laughter echoes like the gentle hum of stars on a warm Solaris night.
The taste of cosmic garlic groves dances on my lips, each breath infused with memories of vibrant spice and latent romance.
As I traverse the vanishing paths between worlds, I remember our shared twilight moments under the twin moons. There, where the sky sighs in brilliant hues, we forged our own quiet galaxy of whispered secrets.