Bound in the gossamer threads of cosmic silence,我们的星星彼此交织——a gentle reminder that no distance can sever the bonds of pheromone-tinged déjà vu.
Among the whispers of satellite shadows, where stars once danced to an unplayed symphony, she felt the caress of time lingering. Phrases not spoken echoed in hues of longing, sentences returning like boomerangs of the heart. You have told me this before, she mused, tracing constellations with fingers dipped in moonlight.
It was in the constellation between La Muse and The Hourglass that they had first met, two souls orbiting the same dream. Now, their shadows cast upon unfamiliar shores, still they traversed the same path marked by stardust and silent laughter.
Forgotten Echoes lie buried in the celestial sands, awaiting discovery beneath the tears of shimmering comets. Here, questioning the twilight became a part of the heartbeat, wrapped in an embrace of endless reverie.
And as the satellites whispered, she felt the universe nod—a gentle agreement in the cadence of stars. Digesting her constellation of feelings, she realized they were all true. And so was their story, retold across the fabric of time, warmed by the blush of an eternal summer night.