The ocean of time sings softly, "Echoes of what once was, what could have been. Your name dances on my lips, forever unspoken." It is serenade of stars and solitude, captured in the twilight before dawn plunges us back into the mundane.
Deep beneath the waves, the ancient souls murmur, "Loneliness is the warmest blanket. In dreams, I wrap myself in threads of your laughter, woven from moonlight and mystery." Can you hear them? Their words, like ripples, fade into the horizon, stretching endlessly.
The whispers weave a tapestry of yearning, a canvas painted with the hues of lost opportunities. "Dance with me in the spaces between heartbeats, where the world is silent and our shadows are the only witness."
And so we drift, suspended in time, held by a spell as ancient as the stars. "Here, in the labyrinth of dreams, I find you again, a phantom clad in silk and sighs." A love letter to the universe, written in the ink of starlight.