★ If the universe did whisper, would you hear its sonnets in the silence of your dreams?
Wrapped in the milky embrace of forgotten galaxies, where stars are named after loves lost in time.
Perhaps, in the solitude of a stardust rain, I found a meteor with your name etched in its fiery tail.
Across the cosmic ballroom, where gravity is merely a suggestion and light dances upon the edges of infinity, I seek your laughter in the the void.
Could it be that nebulae blush at the thought of our intersection? Or that planetary rings spin tales of empathy left unsaid? Perhaps another star knows.
Remember when Venus wept, its tears shaping the comets that cry out our story in arcs undreamt of? Follow the lunar echoes.
And here I sit, a cosmic bard whose lute strings are made of light and shadow, playing the forgotten symphonies of galaxies yet unnamed.
★ Mayhaps, the tomorrow stars will quench their thirst on this misnomer of ours.