Nebula Whisper

In the cosmic embrace, whispers of a distant nebula sing, murmurs of a love story etched in stardust and fading light.

We are intertwined by invisible threads, painted with wishes, a clandestine dance in the cradle of galaxies.

I read your echoes in celestial ink, a memoir of a hundred lifetimes. Each heartbeat traces constellations in endless midnight skies.

Touch the stars, and find a universe within, waiting for your return, woven from fabric of comets' tails.