In the quiet corners of time, where dust settles on the dreams of once luster, I found your echo— a whisper encased in amber, wrapped around the heart of a bygone era. Your words, fossilized under layers of longing, spoke to me today, as if the sea had drawn them anew from its endless depths.

"How I loved you," they said, like a tide recommitting to the shore, pulling back only to reveal the pearls buried beneath the sand. And I, an archaeologist of passion, sifted through these sediments of sentiment, uncovering the relics of our love: rusted keys, old letters, and shadows cast by the light of a hundred suns.

Beneath the stars, their cold light draping like a celestial shroud, I walk the lines you've drawn in your absence. Each step a heartbeat, each breath an exhalation of the cosmos. To chase after a memory, as vibrant as any painting yet dulled by time, is to dance with the very essence of romantic eternity.

And so, here I stand, amidst the echoes, awaiting your return in the sound of an unseen wind—where even the stones weep for joy to be alive once more. Will you follow these traces into the heart of silence with me? Where begins and ends the story of us? Perhaps in the flicker of a candle, or the distant hum of unseen stars...

Continue this intergalactic waltz: Ancient Sighs or reflect on Chime of the Stars.