Gaze upon the tapestry of the night; a quiet pulse reverberates through galaxies untold.
Each star a silent scream, a cry of love pinched between the empty folds of time and space.
Intertwined starlight wraps itself around your consciousness, pulling with a tender tug,
drawing your mortal essence into a symphony of distant moans and echoes.
As we traverse this infinite stretch, pauses whispered in the accents of meteors’ trails,
the void hums a tune, a lullaby we once knew by heart.
The stars speak of forgotten promises, encircled in gravity wells of passion—
each orbit a step deeper into the void's soft embrace.
Distant, gentle hands of a lover clasp your soul, anchoring your being within their light,
as heartbeats synchronize with the pulsars' radiant cadence.