Entangled in the fervent whispers of an autumn night, her breath misted with the vapor of star-kissed gastronomy. In the cosmic ballet of fleeting moments, they dine on the celestial platter, where every fallen star becomes an ingredient, twinkling with nostalgia and extinguished dreams.
He spoke of galaxies rent asunder, the sweet decay of Nebula Soufflés rising in the crimson twilight. Her eyes, a vortex within themselves, yearned for the ligature of time stretched thin across the universe's fabric, where past and present flux in an eternal embrace and cosmic allure.
As the culinary spaceship docked at the edge of the supernova's embrace, the plate was adorned with the final twirls of dark matter pasta — a meal fleeting, much like their intertwined essence, held together with gravitation that outstripped the universe's unraveling tapestry.