Under the cover of midnight skies, where constellations play a serenade for the souls awakened, there lies an unspoken affection, lingering like dew on sacred petals.
Every breath shared between the stars, a static lullaby, painting colors we cannot name, telling stories written in the language of ether and light.
Repose is the quiet lover to insight, holding its hand and guiding it through shadowy reveries, caressing every thought like a wandering breeze twirling leaves in eternal dance.
In circles of whispered dreams, where every heartbeat is a note in the grand orchestra of existence, love writes lines between galaxies unknown to the waking eye.