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Sometimes the universe shrinks to the size of two people. And then the stars become not the heavens, but simply a backdrop for breathing in unison. The air thins, as if you were really in orbit - without unnecessary words, without earthly trifles, only the pull of gravity, from which there is no escape.

And let everything around you be noisy and rushing, someone is late for work, someone is late for life, but here - there is silence. Space. Where ‘we’ sounds louder than any rocket, and Earth is not a planet, but a promise: no matter what happens, you will still return home. Only now, ‘home’ is not a place, but a person who sees your galaxy in their eyes.