In the velvety embrace of the astral ocean,
we entwined ourselves in the ballet of the ancients,
where stars glide gracefully,
their ephemeral beauty a whisper of eternity.
Do you remember the first shimmer
reflecting the lost melodies of a forgotten past,
as each solar step in the vast void
beckons us to dance once more?
It's there, I swear, where time forgot,
above nebulous dreams and silent comets—
it echoes still, our elusive waltz.