Deep within the velvet fold of night, a voltage whispers. It is the longing, etched into every star, echoing back a promise: to find you among this tangled universe of sighs and crescendos. My heart is an ink-stained scabbard, empty, yet yearning, waiting for your name to burst forth upon its parchment. Follow this cosmic journey.
Time, as a fragile wisp, coils around our ruins—occasional doodles gravitate through the nebulous expanse. Trace their journey.