In the interstice of existence, where stars align with whispered secrets, we find the ghostly figure of love, veiled in the veils of time—an intricate dance of tetrahedral symmetry. Each face a story, each edge an embrace unspoken.
The soft clattering of chance encounters, woven in the cosmos like threads in a grand tapestry of intertwining souls. Beneath the midnight sky, their fates linger, echoing.
Her laughter was the wind, his sigh the rain, both lost in the majesty of dreams— suspended in the ether of endless yearning, where time's relentless passage is but a whisper.