In the silent corridors of our existence, where the stars align and whispers of the universe linger, lies a tapestry woven with the threads of time. Here, the curves speak, each arc a sonnet, each line a confession.
Beneath the moonlight's caress, I found a cipher in your gaze, a melody unsung. Follow the links between realities and decipher the love enfolded in curves:
As I remain here, adrift in the tides of time, the message remains: you are the curve that bends my path, the arc that draws my heart's longing, inscribed within the temporal matrix.