Dear voyager,
The starlit whispers weave tales unseen.
Between the strands of twilight's embrace,
a nebula dreams in hydroponic hues.
The planets, they hum a lullaby soft,
orbiting silent, amid the timeless expanse.
Closer, listen, and you may hear their song.
We sent you our laughter, buoyed on solar winds,
a mirthful echo of celestial dance.
Has it reached you, wrapped in star-foam?
Through the ethereal tide, we pen this note,
a bridge of light from one heart to another.
Wait for dawn, and watch for the comet's trail.
Dearest stargazer,
In the spiral arms of the Milky Way,
we dance upon the edge of eternity.
Each twirl a sonnet, each gaze a verse.
The black void cradles us sweetly,
with twinkling gems of ancient serenades.
Remnant echoes etched upon cosmic parchment.
We listen for your heart's distant beat,
a rhythm harmonized with the universe's breath.
Feel it?—a tether of ethereal light.
In this boundless euphoria, we find solace,
our laughter fused to the fabric of spacetime.
Whisper back, through the quantum weave.