In the depth of the midnight hour, two lovers intertwined as the fabric of existence pulsed around them.
Her laughter a cascade of glowing silver bubbles; each note a tender spark that drifted into the azure abyss.
He grasped her hand tight, their fingers leaving traces of fireflies in celestial rhythm, a dance upon the memories of shadows.
The cool twilight air sparkled within their lungs, a euphoria that nauseated the stars, wrapping the world in hues of coral and emerald.
“Stay with me,” she whispered as the horizon erupted in sequins of light—gelid mists cloaked them in celestial intrigue, the vapor trails interlacing dreams of forever as they yearned for the dusky embrace of ether.
Each pulse of the heart fell in sync with the luminescent tide, waves igniting like fluorescence on the shore, blending passion and peril in that dream.