Enigmatic Queries

When the light from the quasar dances upon
the edge of dreams, do you hear my heart skip, harmonizing with timeless echoes that call us back to distant whispers? And as cosmic winds weave tales of

velvet messages between the stars, how deep is your gaze when fragmented souls converge, awash in a sea of astral truths lurking in the nebula's embrace, waiting patiently for

that elusive touch of stardust on our fingertips, illuminating shadows with luminescent grace, while the universe sighs into a silent symphony. In this moment, when the quasar's light reaches