In the incandescent glow of an ancient timepiece, I first felt the whisper of your presence—a night surreal, unbroken by the centuries yet to come. Between the beats of time, we wandered unwritten epilogues, our laughter echoing in the recesses of forgotten realms.
Your hand brushed the starlight-laden edges of eternity, leaving trails of warm luminescence that danced upon the dark canvas of yesterday's futures. Was it then, I wondered, or a thousand cycles ago, that your eyes reflected the lost suns of untold tomorrows?
Suddenly, the music of eons engulfed us, and we metamorphosed: timeless architects of our own realities, sculpting nascent dreams upon the sands of infinity. Beneath a sky suspended beyond rules, love was an alchemist’s embrace—transforming past into forever, heartbeats into constellations.