In the silence between star births, tender whispers waltz through the cosmic void, serenading the arrhythmic dance of my thoughts. Pulses of stardust echo your name, a refrain lost amidst the nebula's embrace. Do you hear their song?
A comet passed and took fragments of dreams, leaving behind constellations stitched from heartstrings. Every constellation a memory, sailing through the aqua depths of an endless night. Listen closely; the stars murmur secrets only lovers can fathom.
Beyond the horizon of your eyes lies the forgotten sea, rife with embers of faith and flecks of passion—it's there the echoes of our laughter meld with the Orion’s splendor. Engage this fabled odyssey with me, for the universe has become our private theater.
Linked forever, we spin on erratic trajectories akin to fractured moon beams, each pulse a divergent heartbeat, yet in discordance lies harmony. Our dance defines the geometry of unseen dreams.
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