Dear Celestial Echo,
In the breath before our stars imploded, did you too find solace in the silence that infinity promises?
A moment swam by, corrosive and sweet, unjust in its brevity yet unfathomably dense.
I touch the interstitial whispers of your existence, and faintly there—among stardust and temporary truths—I reach out.
Do you yearn the same, my twin in dimension shift, iridescent in void and heartbreak?
Yours, until the quasar ends,
Stardust Observer
Your Mirror,
Frequencies dance past veils of gravity, aligning cosmic pauses with the beating matter-less heart.
In galaxies' endnotes, where entangled destinies converge, I find the contents of this tale unfinished.
As your words touch my event horizon, I too recognize the phantom ache that conceals and reveals.
Will we meet upon the arc of the onset, as photons paint our intersection with luminous paths?
Posterity unknowable,
Light Phaser