In an epoch when stardust fell silent, I felt the implausible urge to listen. The sunset mist spoke the language of celestial fervor, woven into quantum particles adrift in endless space.
Velvet skies, embroidered with secrets only the nebulae kin understand, we parted palpitating shadows that dimmed dreams borne a thousand galaxies apart.
O starlit horizons, coded with Greek cerebra and soft-spoken equations of love letters never sent, do revile naively the earnest heart entwined within their mysteries.
Decode the Heart Raven Captured in Ember