Shadows twist across the swell of a scattered sky, quantum musical notes rising through the ether.
Celestial tones hum softly between time's fabric. Echoes of unwritten vows, promises bled in pale moonlight — embers of laughter caught on the dawn breeze, leaving whispered traces in the enchanted velvet night.

Beyond the fractured, flaming gaps all pulses curved to the hawkmoth's song. Mirrored stars holding the weightless blur of dreamt existence. You glimpse a trillion refrains, spirals that undulate gently within the eye of the void.

Who are we, tethered in gravity's galactic sleep within this liquid-nurtured harvest? Fate's luminescent geodes glimmering perseveringly — stardust, glinting promise cradled by tender vocations of night-blooming flora.

Celebration finds new forms in forgetting. Wait... Wait for scattered moments bated with veils that part slowly when asked breathlessly the meaning of mystery. Alignment knows its echo. Its breath both lunar and laden.