Q3
THE NOCTURNAL ISSUE
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ALAINA In the quiet corners of dawn, I trace your absence. A silhouette of loss etched upon waking light. You were too delicate for this world. Alaina, your name hangs in the air, a whispered echo that rustles the morning leaves. Each syllable a testament to a love profound, each breath a stepping stone on a path that leads to you. Gone is your laughter, the touch of your hand. I never knew you. I didn't get the chance. Yet your essence lingers, a soft imprint on reality, a poignant tune within the heart's deepest chamber. You are an enduring resonance, a persistent undercurrent, omnipresent in the ebb and flow of living. Sunsets take on a different hue, painted with the soft brush of longing, gilded by a promise. The promise of a reunion, where time and space are but illusions, where love transcends mortal constraints. In each sun's descent, the hope of an eternal meeting is woven, the horizon - a thin line between this moment and forever. I see you in the universe's gentle dance, the stars' silent chorus. Alaina, the night whispers your story, etched in cosmic patterns, a tale of love unabridged by life and death. The Milky Way, a pathway illuminated by your eternal glow, a map guiding me to the edge of eternity.
