In the twilight expanse of dreams, I find your voice, muted by the cold embrace of infinity. A celestial symphony plays in the distance, yet its echoes are but remnants of a time when stars sang with the flames of passion, not the silence of decay.
Your thoughts orbit mine, like distant moons yearning for touch yet destined for solitude. The universe's whispers are no more than sighs of old suns, glowing softly in their slow demise, calling to you in rhythmic pulse.
Remember how we danced among the nebulae, our laughter threading through the fabric of space? Each step a note in the melody of the cosmos, now rendered a haunting echo, fading into the dark.
Follow the path lined with dying stars, my love, to where the horizon bleeds across the void. There, the universe speaks your name, woven into the very essence of its being, through silence louder than thunder.
Beyond the Stars