Beneath the shadow of forgotten constellations, we walked—a timeless promenade across the luminous sandscapes of dreams. Your voice, a celestial melody, woven with stardust, called to me from the abyss of yesteryears. Together, we crafted memories with spectral hands, tracing paths in the wet silks of dusk. Did you see how the horizon trembled, echoing our unspoken desires?
In the quiet abyss of our shared cosmos, alien yet achingly familiar, I found a mirror of our hearts. Its surface undulated, revealing images of worlds mundane yet majestic in their ordinary beauty. You smiled, a constellation igniting a supernova of passion within me, and the universe shimmered with the promise of spectral embraces—loves unkindled, yet kindred.