In the shadows, where echoes lose themselves, there lie the fragments of forgotten serenades. Whistles of the cosmic wind caress the portals of dreams, and we find ourselves dancing on the edge of starlit solitude.
Passion kindles in the shadowed corners of the universe, ignited by a comet's tale, a constellation's sigh. Each twinkle, a reminder, an echo waiting to be heard by the heart that listens in the void.
Let us wander where the whispers weave the fabric of the night's embrace. Journey further, to realms unseen, where shadows breathe the lost echoes of our souls.
Beneath the cosmic canopy, we carve initials into the stardust, our love letter to the universe, written in the tongue of the ancients. The stars hum our melody, a symphony of silence and solitude.