They dance like whispering galaxies, orbiting echoes of forgotten melodies— unbound harmonies adrift. In an alignment of dreams, ephemeral moments stretch infinitely, their pirouettes etching constellations upon ephemeral canvases.
Shadows of familiarity brush the astral veil, leaving traces of déjà vu in its wake— a waltz of cosmic fragments replays on celestial loops. Can you feel their resonance, orbiting within whispered realms?
Like stars fretting against midnight's tapestry, seeking home in the heart's hidden vaults, we tether to the universal sonnet, unknowingly writing our verses in the void.