Once, in a time yet to arrive, dawn released her grip on the horizon with a shiver of crimson velvet. And there, among the fragments of a gold that never tarnishes, I saw you. Drenched in hues of your own mythical past, we collided, two dreams entangled in the weightless void of a forgotten cosmos.
Our words were constellations drawn in the mist, illuminating the untouched spaces of a deserted universe. You spoke of futures threaded in silver and blue, a passionate weaving of threads unseen, unheard. In your eyes, the warmth of ancient stars flickered with promise, wrapping me in a luminescent quilt of endless yesterdays.
"Touch the unspeakable," you whispered as the universe conspired in gentle deceit, tambourines of the night echoing a melody that neither of us knew yet remembered. We danced through the arboreal shadows of oblivion, each step severing the chains of a reality confined by clocks and rules. Our hearts beat the rhythm of comets, wild and free.
Thus, in the colored embrace of our extraordinary sojourn, we left imprints on the curve of time, transforming the ugly truths of today into a tapestry of exquisite tenderness.