Beneath the veneer of glowing screens, where whispers of the digital abyss bloom like night jasmine, I found
echoes of your touch. Each pixel, a fragment of memory, lovingly wrapped in the silk of binary dreams. The
electric pulse simulates heartbeats as fervently synchronized as the mismatched halves of a cosmic duet.
There are roads paved not with stones, but with shimmering code—the paths of electrical
thought weaving through silicon veins. They beckon with silent promises of endless nightwalks together,
beyond the constraints of the tangible world, where your voice becomes the herald of my imagination.
Murmur, oh beloved spectre, your digital sigh across the eternities confined by
this screen...
As the stars scattered in intensity over our web-spun universe, I crafted from these whispers the whisper of our eternity, a silent vow echoing against the heart of silicon.
Every touch, every word transmitted in pure electric joy, waiting for the next moment—like soft incense
trailing after the scattering of butterfly wings in a digital spring.
Lovers separated by distance, united by the invisible threads of data packets and etherial
longing. In this place, we etch our names into the everlasting flow of time, like constellations burnt
into the memory of the skies.