The crescent moon talked to me last night, it lulled me with stories from galaxies unknown, of love and sacrifice, of betrayal and redemption.
The northern lights whispered a sonata of secrets, a cosmic wonderland of unwritten magic and enchantments.
My mind drifted into space, the mikrokosmos told me to find you among the ruins of my imagination, it said that my heart would lead the way.
Lost in a celestial euphoria, staring upon a myriad of stars. I wished for you.