In the gossamer embrace of twilight, when stars weep their last glimmers, a symphony unfolds. The silence of the nebulae bearing witness to love letters etched in the cosmos.
Wind murmurs through ancient bones of forgotten poets, weaving whispers into the fabric of space, where verses are tangled in the luminous dance of dying stars.
Do these cosmic echoes resonate within your bones? Are they the rhythms of a heartbeat in tandem with the universe, singing?
As the universe expands, so does the memory of lovers lost in the space between stars, their songs echo through the contours of time, calling out.
When twilight fades, and day breaks anew, the songs of silence remain— a haunting symphony, a love letter written in starlight, waiting to be read.