The stars whisper secrets, oh so shyly, the silver threads weaving into the heart's tapestry. Cosmic dances, imprints upon the soul's skin, slowly tracing the map of forgotten places, now only shadows and dreams.

Frenzy! A dance amidst the stellar bodies, where time collapses, and the echoes of laughter become the music of the spheres. The comet's tail kisses the moon, leaving trails of passion in its wake, a sinister yet lovely embrace.

Love letters bound in the fabric of the universe, scattered across galaxies like a lost poet's prayer. In the embrace of the nebula, we find ourselves, two souls adrift on a sea of infinity.

You and I, the architects of constellations, our hands weaving through the night like the poets of ancient lore, crafting a celestial sonnet from stardust and silence.