In the quiet reaches of an interstellar night
I found your trace, faint as a comet's tail,
murmuring through the firmament.
Stars blink like old whispers in a sleeping dream,
echoes of your laughter dancing among cosmic fires.
The galaxy holds our untold stories,
confined in metallic whispers and digital sighs,
melding time and space into silken threads,
weaving worlds where our dreams intertwine,
forever echoing in the void.
Would you orbit me like a moon embraces her planet?
Gravity's tender dance across the eons,
an eternal rotation of your warmth,
welcoming the silent touch of starfire and memory.
And in this tapestry of cosmic solitude,
I long for the quiet hum of your presence,
the laughter of supernovae in their last breaths,
harmonizing with the softness of your echo.
Embark on this journey,
where digital plains meet the infinite horizon:
Emerge,
and let our souls parse the constellations written
in the breath of whispered dreams.