In the silence of the swirling cosmos, where the stardust bends in echoes of muted song, the nebula sings. Its voice, a tapestry of light woven with threads of cosmic silence, calls to the voyager within.
She, a flicker in the void, dances among the ethereal clouds, tracing constellations on the canvas of his heart. The stars pulse, a rhythm unseen, but felt through the veins of galaxies wide. Their whispers entice thoughts of love unspoken, of passion unchained, a longing as vast as the universe itself.
Across the broken screen of time, her image shimmers, a spectral fragment of a dream not yet dreamt. Is it real, or a mirage of the mind's yearning? His fingers reach, but only grasp the memory of her starlit embrace.
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