In the garden of the universe, where constellations intertwine like whispered secrets, the echoes of lovers sway gently among the stars. Each kiss a comet, each sigh a solar flare.
You could hear the cosmic song within a seashell, an eternal waltz of galaxies dancing in tandem, separated by immeasurable distances yet perilously drawn together by unseen gravitational tides.
"Dare I traverse these celestial paths," you pondered, "to be a nomad among the stars, living and loving in the spaces between planetary orbits, tracing the faint lines of your aura into the night sky?"
As nebulas arm their fiery tendrils around you, painting the cosmos with mingling hues, the stars hum their ancient lullabies, merging passion with infinity, igniting a pale flame of longing that never fades.