The cosmos churns, a churning sea of darkness speckled with the silver poetry of distant stars. Orbiting around a singular thought—your smile, my sun—the galaxy unwinds in all its elegant spirals.
In the depths of this infinite ocean, where time is an illusion and gravity caresses the soul, I find clarity. The universe hums a ballad known only to lovers entwined in an orbit of their making; known only to us, drifting in parallel realities, veiled yet close.
Have you ever gazed at the stars and felt the pull of worlds unseen? Each constellation a whispered promise, each comet a fleeting touch. It is in this dance of light and shadow that I pen my thoughts, bound by gravity, liberated by love.
For in every cycle, every sigh of the cosmic tide, I feel the echoes of your laughter ricochet through the void—a melody familiar yet foreign, hauntingly beautiful.
Perhaps one day, through the veil of this alien familiarity, we will meet on those spiraled paths of stardust and dreams.