Her sky was inverse to night’s—white expanse broken with freckled stars becoming constellations that, even as surface, painted endless depths in discernment of her details.
As dawn from rising sun, her sky blushed in rosed and living hue to warmth and touch-effect of storytelling tongue that spoke across her stars breathing life to constellation legends; each story-effect raising vividness to sense in living dream.
Star by star, legend-story to the next, he woke her sky until heaven revealed and beckoned, calling him to oneness in depth and infinite of her.