"Are the stars whispering secrets again?" Luna floated with a curious gaze, her silver hair defying gravity in the cosmic currents.
"Only the ones that haven't yet slipped through time's fingers," replied Orion, his voice echoing like a melody trapped between nebulas.
She twirled, a nebula of dreams swirling around her, "Then let's steal a moment from the galaxies themselves, before they forget our names."
He smiled, as constellations rearranged themselves in a dance only they understood, the cosmos sighing in contentment.
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