In the rain's gentle, cascading embrace, we wandered
Into a realm where whispers of forgotten stars spoke, shimmering on your skin.
Each droplet was a kiss from the universe, curling into worlds anew.
The air was pregnant with tales, seductive like the waltz of galaxies across the dark, velvet sky.
We stepped quietly on cobblestones of moonlit silvers, where dreams flowed as rivers beneath our feet, shimmering.
Echoes of laughter wrapped around us, a silky veil woven from time itself.
"What lies beyond the horizon?" you asked, your voice pregnant with possibility.
And the cosmos whispered, wrapping its ethereal arms around the threshold we dared to cross.
Embers of a forgotten supernova lit your eyes as if eternity itself danced there,
illuminating our path in a burst of stardust and boundless yearning.
The stars fell quietly, each a soft whisper upon the threshold, where time paused and love dared to dream.