An ember flickers in the ether, its glow a memory of warmth unseen.
In the vast canvas of night, our wishes weave their delicate threads.
Beneath tides of silence and stars, a soft secret whispers: "You were here."
Do dreams dissolve like stardust?
As voices through a cosmic sea, they linger, then flee, forgotten untold.
With each nebula born from ancient sighs, we are reminded: all was once one.