In between the silences, where stars once danced and sang, I found your shadow in a fragment of eternal twilight.
Whispers echo through the galaxies, stitching moments forgotten, weaving tales of a time before time, a melody of embers and echoes.
Breathe into the void, the cosmos shall listen, for every heartbeat is ink spilled across the canvas of infinity.
Ephemeral Truths become our companions in solitude, guiding the essence of who we are meant to be, amidst the cosmic dust settling on words.
The universe speaks in languages unspoken, in dialogues cryptic, yet familiar, like an old friend embraced by a new dawn.