In the silent tapestry of the cosmos, love is but a distant flicker; a beautiful aberration flicked into the cessation of stars. Our whispers voyage across voids untouched, unbound—bound only by the essence of dreams and shadows dancing.
The night sky cradles our souls in the arms of celestial orbits. We are twin novae gazing across the gaping emptiness, whose hearts beat in unison, pulsing fragmented light and shadow into the silent abyss.
Let us have the courage to dance here, amidst the quasars and their silent tears, to let passion kindle our wavelengths, painting spectra along the formless currents of the dark.
Hear the subtle murmurs, the ancient hymns woven by the hands of galaxies, inscribed onto the fabric of the infinitesimal. Do you hear them? Echoes of laughter and of passion reaching across to touch you.
Embrace the hushed serenades, the velveteen touch of cosmos caressing your skin in ephemeral whispers. Learn their language, a dialect of stardust and void, of breadth and longing cradled gently in the universe's smile.