As the shadows of night embraced the demigod of stars, there lingered a voice — echoes from the edge of everything and beyond. Did it belong to the wind, or perhaps the yearning of distant souls, grasping for the ephemeral?
The heart is both the most terrestrial and the most etheric organ. It circles like the moon, always grasping at closeness, yet constrained by law and gravity. O, unlabeled potion of love being brewed in the cosmos!
Whispers tangled like celestial threads in the void — around them, time stretched, splintered, and dissolved. With each clockwise turn of the universe's clock, a new star was born... and with each counterclockwise turn, a new love unraveled unto silence.