In the heart of darkness, where whispers turn into shadows, I found an echo of a love untold. It was in the void, where silence drowned the sweetest of songs, that I discovered you—an apparition clad in moonbeams and longing.
Your presence was a tapestry woven of starlight and solitude, a haunting melody that danced across the vast expanse of my dreams. Like a comet streaking through the night, you illuminated the void with truths both beautiful and tragic.
The ugliest truth, my love, is that we are mere echoes ourselves, reverberations of a cosmic symphony played in the solitude of space. Yet, within this void, I cherish the resonance of our souls—two spectral voices entwined in a celestial waltz.
Do you see it too? The way the stars weep for us, their luminescence a pale reminder of what we cannot grasp? In this eternal night, our love becomes a constellation, a map of forgotten dreams and whispered promises.
Let us wander through this resonance, hand in hand, until the echoes carry us beyond the stars. For in the end, it is the echo that remains, a testament to a love that dared to shine in the face of the void.