In the quiet embrace of a whispered moonlit waltz, two silhouettes danced upon the edge of dreams.
Shadows stitched from the fabric of forgotten stars adorned their figures, weaving tales untold.

"In your eyes," she murmured, "I see constellations yet to be named." His breath was a gentle zephyr,
carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the soft glow of a thousand silvered sighs.

They were wanderers lost in each other's orbit, circling the luminescent heart of an unknown fable,
where every step was a verse, and every glance, a stanza of a timeless love poem hidden in the cosmos.

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