"Sometimes I forget how the stars whisper secrets only the soul can hear."
Sitting there on the edge of everything...
The sky's song, a melody in endless repeat. Do you hear it?
Echoes of past selves, bleeding through time.
"I've seen dreams that weren't mine but yours, reflected in twilight's touch."
Remember that illusion of a lifetime? Ah, to walk through it again.
It's as if the clouds beckon us closer, with stories untold.
Perhaps we were always meant to drift this way.