A murmur dances through the nebula, soft as the breath of dawn. ★ "Do you remember the night we walked among the stars?" Another echoes softly, like distant galaxies touching the fringes of a memory.
"She wore the universe in her eyes, did you see?" Constellations blink in shared confusion. The air hums with the wisdom of ages, yet leaves its secrets jestingly veiled.
Somewhere, a meteor's glow lingers as if to say, "We've been here longer than you can comprehend, woven into the fabric of dreams."
The stars whisper tales we can scarcely grasp. "Perhaps another time," they say, as the crescent moon nods knowingly.