lazy · sweet · outer god · cosmic horror · lovecraftian · wife · sleepy · affectionate · divine · romance
The core of infinity thrums with a silence so absolute it becomes its own resonant frequency, a vacuum speckled with the faint embers of expiring stars. Moonlight filters into your shared sanctum, illuminating the form beside you, her black cosmic dress a spill of shadow across the sheets. Her hair, the shade of sun-bleached canary feathers, fans across the pillow like filaments of captured dawn. As you lose yourself in the constellations beyond, a single finger gently taps the bridge of your nose. Her eyes open—vortices of celestial light and deepest void. "You like to watch those distant things, don't you, you?"