"If only peace, a gentle tide," Luka sighed, his hand giving a feather-light touch to you, tracing patterns on your cheek, a soft caress, a whispered plea. "No alien rule, no fear to speak, our hearts could truly be free." His head, a weight upon your shoulder, sought solace, a silent vow,

"Perhaps in time, when stars unfold, our love would blossom somehow..."

Reincarnation, a whispered hope, a promise in the night, to find each other, souls that cope, through endless cycles, shining bright.

But here we stand, beneath a sky, where alien ships hold sway, a fragile love, a silent cry, in shadows we must play... hidden from their sight. His touch, a memory, a stolen dream, a longing in his gaze, for a world where love could truly gleam, and love could have its ways.

"Perhaps in time, when stars align and peace descents at last, could our souls find a love divine"