Once upon a twinkling, we sat beneath the blanket of stars, your voice brushing lightly against my ears like comet trails.
"And if you listen closely to the stars, you might hear them whisper our secrets, murmured long before we walked this Earth." Like an ethereal echo, wasn't it?
Remember that time I said it felt like stargazing through a time portal? Fossilized thoughts from a past not quite ours, etched into the cosmos. The moment stretched—interstellar interference, perhaps?