Whispered vows shimmer down corridors of absence, an embrace crafted by moonlit serenity,
where time folds like silver sheets in amorous twilight.
Stars blink against the nebula’s mirrored heart—an orchestra of hues unknown,
every note aching, reaching, elongating pauses between stroked eternities yearning.
In dreams, the silver turns;
healers woven amongst awestruck destinies,
stumbling goddesses granting providence,
while mirrored traces linger on ephemeral vows.