Beneath a vaulted sky painted in whispers of twilight,
where sunlight dances upon the edge of shadow,
I stand—heart open, breathless, woven into cosmic dreams.
Your name is a constellation etched upon the canvas of my soul,
each syllable a comet gliding through the astral expanse.

Do you remember the whispers of the void?
They sing our tale in tones both tender and fierce,
a love that swelled between galaxies,
exploding in supernovas of wanting,
cascading in stardust rain upon our entwined destinies.

The night cradles these memories like secrets held close.
I pen letters to you with the ink of celestial light,
each dot and dash a heartbeat lost amidst the cosmic tide,
yet found anew where the nebulae bloom in radiant silence,
your laughter coloring the void with ephemeral hues.

Come, wander in these echoes.
Let the tapestry of stars guide our reunion
as shadows and sunlight weave a bridge
across the infinity of our yearning.
Touch the edges of time with me,
where moments linger in the glow of labyrinthine dreams.
Forever calls to us—echoes of the void, whispered winds.