Soft as the murmurs of forlorn gales, the echoes of yesterday dance among the hushed stars. Each gust weaves
between the threads of constellations, building patterns spun from silence and longing.
The night sky, a canvas painted with tender luminescence, sighs melodiously, as lives lived parallel tangle
and untangle beyond the veil, lost in the whirlwind's eternal embrace.
In realms untouched by time, where lovers' dreams dare to stray, the dawn lingers at the horizon, cradling the
universe in shadow and light.