Amidst the stars that twinkled with forgotten tales, Aelora meandered, tracing her fingers against the cosmic air. The Pane of Twilight—a galactic curtain woven with threads of silken dreams and distant memories—beckoned her. With each step, the stardust song sang louder, a melody sung only by the ancients.
In the stillness of the void, where silence was a gentle caress, she found him. Elysian, a traveler from a realm unwritten, whose gaze bore the light of a thousand dawns. "Why do the stars weep?" he asked, his voice a soft breeze that danced on her skin. She smiled, knowing that their tears were joy, the kind that knew no beginning nor end.
With hands entwined, they soared through the tapestry, sharing whispers of universes yet to be born. Their hearts beat in sync with the cosmos, a rhythm older than time itself, a song only the brave dare to dream. Reality faded into the background, leaving only the essence of love woven through the stars.
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