Within the sea's mirror lies the galaxy's whisper, echoing softly as it grazes your fingertips, tracing the outline of love notes written between the starry veils.
Take my hand, astral traveler, let the magnitude of waves cloud our senses until all that remains are memories spelled with constellations, dotting the midnight sky.
Each seashell becomes a vessel, capturing stardust and ocean gull cries, holding softly on the edges their once lost seas serenades through emptiness, wreathings of infinity—a transient symphony trapped in marine glass.
Hidden in the depths of cosmic currents, fragments of your caress linger, awaiting the curious soul to unravel the tapestry woven in twilight shades.