Two ethereal beings, one with pink wings and the other with pointed ears, float in a star-filled cosmic background, exchanging a glowing orb.

I saw my beloved, I flew to her side. I offered her a gift held out with pride: A small piece of time, solidified. Upon its surface, patterns gracefully run, Its texture soft, like silt warmed by the sun. She painted it upon her skin, Then took my hand, and we took flight Towards the edge of being, bathed in strange light. This flight was ethereal, beyond the known, The stars to our eyes like phantoms shone. And in the stars' gaze, we appeared as they: Ghostly figures, fading away. See more