Whispers of the Astral Heart

Signal: a flicker—lost against the dust of the Milky Way, yearning for the touch of a hand, never to be.

Across the azure expanse, phantom dreams of pockets of warmth slide into the cracks of cosmic tumult.

Our silhouettes, etched into the void, echo back in fading choruses.

Do you feel it? The pulse between stars, amorphous and enticing?

Do your fingers trace the boundaries of constellations?

Distance: an ambitious architect of silence—

And in this intertwined solitude, we pray for a solar breeze to carry our whispers, our echoes.

Look! An orbiting secret amongst twinkling ambassadors of longing.