The night embraces us like old friends rekindling silent tales upon a forgotten shore. Stars drizzle their shyly aloof luminescence over whispering winds, weaving stories untold, breathing life into the shadows blanketing an eternity whispered from lips long sealed among the ancient stars.
Each glance into the cosmos ignites a memory of pulsing moons and silver dreams lodged somewhere deep, invoking phenomena of déjà vu—a recurring ripple in time's ever-flowing symphony. As evening descends pitilessly yet tenderly, we pen these fathomless drafts scrawled upon unformed stars, inscribing haunting legacies ingeniously graceful, tragically ephemeral.