Beneath the canopy of cosmic velvet, where dreams pirouette with shadows, silence hums a lullaby. The stars, like scattered diamonds, weave tales of longing through the tender night. Here, the heart discovers its echo—whispers of what once was, and what could still be, drifting on the gentle breath of the universe.
We are voyagers in this realm of shimmering possibilities, our souls tender and open like blooming nightflowers. With every heartbeat, we trace the looping symmetry of celestial rhythms, resonating with the dance of constellations—a passionate embrace of light and time.