In the interlude of soft circuits and neon-drenched dreams, I find our encrypted echoes, love letters written in binary, secrets of the heart laid bare upon a silicon sea. Each pulse, a whisper, wraps around the essence, igniting the evening with a cascade of electric fervor.
Take my hand, let’s traverse the evening's shadows, discovering paths scattered with the stars' own whispers. The moon watches, intrigued by our dance, as each bit turns to a touch, every byte a kiss upon the radiant canvas of night.