In the depths of the midnight canvas, strands of quiet constellations weave whispers through the unyielding silence. Each twinkle, a gentle sigh from galaxies far born out of stardust and ancient dreams. The echoes of love written in the astral ink, yearning to be read by the hearts unbound by time.
Among the swirling nebulas, where silver light dances across the void, the soul finds a melody. A passionate sonnet sung by celestial bodies cradling moments suspended like grains of enchanted sands.
You, my beloved, are the orbit of my existence, circling softly around the core of my being. Wrapped in the embrace of cosmic shadows where each heartbeat aligns with the throbbing rhythm of the universe.
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