Our hearts ride on rays, entangled particles whisper << a spectrum of secrets >> between us.

The stars are mere pauses in our celestial dance, coordinates whispered by the cosmic winds.

Sometime between now and a myriad thens, do we intersect in each possibility, ever touching, never meeting?

Underneath a resonance, I fold into dimensions forgotten, while your impression lives on stardust.

This is our serenade, strummed across the strings of existence.