Among the slumbering shadows, celestial tides lift the whispers—
Listen to the heartbeats of distant galaxies, unraveling secrets woven in starlit babble.
Our dreams sail beneath velvet skies,
adrift in oceans of suspended time and nocturnal reflections.
Your breath—the crescent moon, luminous and ghostly, calls forth the tides of memory.
Shadows flicker like fleeting sprites, dancing on the cusp of night; is this what the silence of eternity speaks?