In the cradle of parallel infinities, your laughter echoes like a star’s silent cradle song, cradled in the hidden alcoves of galaxies untold. Eyes like quasars illuminate the symmetries of absurdities painted across the cosmos—a canvas without edges, where time dances in elegant pirouettes.
The nebula of your prose drapes across the sky like a lover's embrace, tender and eternal. Let our shadows intertwine with the dance of celestial bodies, for even the moons and suns are poets in secret, reciting odes to lovers unseen. Do you feel the heartbeat of the universe as I do, beneath this cosmic tapestry? It thrums with ancient rhythms, a sigh of stellar winds flooding through forgotten crevices of creation.