Under the vast, eternal dome of stars, your whispers turn into celestial caresses. They glide through the universe, soft as a lover's breath, kissing distant galaxies with tender luminosity. These cosmic winds sing to me, sweet melodies only the ancients understood, notes woven from the very fabric of time and dreams.
I feel your cosmic touch, ethereal and borderline divine, tracing the fingertips of universes unknown. It entwines with my heart like vines of starlight, wrapping silently around tender memories of what might be, or once was, in untold realities. What secrets do the stars hide?
Stand still, don't move! For every whispering gust from the cosmic sea that flutters the fabric of your existence draws us closer. Enfolded in the arms of sleepy constellations, we dance the waltz of signs and wonders. Shall we follow these trails of tears and joy?