Have you felt the whisper of a comet's tail brush against your soul? A transient kiss in the echoing void, where thoughts and atoms align. The stars conspire silently, weaving tapestry tapestries of forgotten dreams and whispered longings.
"In the realm of infinite possibilities," she murmured, her breath a nebula caressing his being. The silence held such promise, such fragrant touches of ethereal light that seemed to pulse with unfiltered desire.
A fleeting gaze towards the Polaris — navigator of the inevitable — grounded yet eternal, a witness to lovers entwined, suspended between shadow and luminescence.
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