Beneath the tapestry of stars, I find solace and yearning in the constellations' whispers. Do you remember the way the cosmos wrapped us in crystalline memories?
Each letter from afar is imprinted with your scent—rose petals scattered across moonlit seas. We dance in the sphere of longing, each verse echoing our past lives intertwined.
As I drift through these celestial trails, I am reminded of our shared laughter—the ripple of galaxies in harmony with our souls.
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Somewhere, between stars and dreams, we navigate phantom corridors where time is an intimate acquaintance.
Allow the stars to guide you further.
The universe writes our story in inked constellations, distant yet inescapably **present**. Its breath is a warm embrace.