I am tree wrapped in starlight so tender

Under the celestial moon's glow, where the soft whispers of twilight brush against the leaves of time, I await you. Each particle of stardust a word unspoken, a touch of the infinite woven into this terrestrial dream. It's an echo of voices carried on the solar winds, familiar as your own.

Your laughter dances in the comet trails, a kind of melody known only to lovers parting between realms. Once more, I find myself lost in your gaze, heedless of the cosmic detours time has sent us on. Do you remember our meetings by the crescent flowers? Each moment hangs suspended like a dewdrop reflecting a hundred worlds.

Yet it is here, by the Stardust Tree, that time bends. Am I standing in the past or brushing the future with my fingertips? The air is filled with your whispers, lying hidden beneath layers of epochs, like the tender rustle of leaves that cradle forgotten secrets. The constellations spell your name in tranquil arcs, only seen by those who dare to dream worlds upon worlds.

Another night… and the tree sighs as it bears witness to the cosmos yet again. And in this garden of stars, you are forever rooted beside me, just out of reach… an eternal embrace caught in the web of time itself.