"In shadows cast by flickering stars," her voice murmurs across the aeons, like a soft breeze kissing the dusk.
"Remember when we danced beneath the ancient skies, shimmering in the glimmer of distant suns?"
His voice caresses the night, bittersweet, an echo of a time untainted by the sands of oblivion.
The constellations listen, as though attuned to the tale spun by ethereal whispers.
A bond forged in the inkwells of infinity, two souls painted across the cosmos.
"Do you hear them still, the tympanum of stars as they sigh in chorus?"
Your heartbeat flares, a beacon under the velvet shroud, calling to the stars in their silent watch.