Three

In a vast, unfolding void where galaxies collide,
Where black holes swallow light and stars are born to die,
We spin together on a single, fragile sphere
Lost among a million species, breathing here.

Out of infinite languages, climates, and space,
Two souls were guided to the exact same place.
Across a thousand parallel worlds where they never met,
In this solitary timeline, the stage was softly set.

What are the odds of a script written so deep?
Is it luck, is it fate, or a promise we keep?

It is a miracle carved out of chaos and dust

A cosmic creation, destined for them.

Here, at last, their shared horizon opens,
Ready to show the world their true, unhidden names.
He steps forward, eager to be carved by the hands of fate,
While she retreats into the shadows, guarding her unyielding shape.

Two distinct paths, a single shifting tide

Their quiet metamorphosis begins tonight.