Edge of eternity, where whispers cling to star-kissed shadows,
your voice—a comet, streaks across the velvet abyss.
In silence, the auroras dance; celestial ballets of passion,
weaving constellations of dreams yet unspoken.
Follow the stardust trail.
Touch the verge, where galaxies sigh
and the heartbeat of the cosmos
caresses the soul.
You are the light,
the ignition of a supernova
in the heart of darkness.
Whisper me home, to the nebula of our making.