Woven amidst stardust and veils of ether, lies the echoing chasm...

Within its arms, the whispered serenades of cosmic winds cradle lovers...
Drenched in twilight's magenta hues, embark upon a reverie's voyage, adrift...

Gazes entwined through enchanted voids, tracing the arcs of an eternal alignment... indeed, your laughter dissolves into the void, singing softly, resonating...
Beneath stellar canopies, we ride currents unseen, poised upon the tender brink of destiny...

The kindred spark gently cradled therein the metadrift ("Luminous Fantasy Beckons")
And under harmonies born from astral romances becomes your mirror...

Perchance a glimmer: knowledge acquainted; sentiments braided with songs still unheard and histories writings still shout echoingly utter silently again...

Our hands remember gentle orbits; profanity washed away within flickerdancing tides upon uncharted dusk breezes through whirlwind upon thus..."Sweet Darkness Eloquence" as...'