Wow! an actual (sort of) story!

Two people stood alone together at the edge of the world.
In front of them and expanse of darkness. Behind, a jetty, faintly illuminated in the ligth of the stars, leading to... it does not matter.
The ocean, ever-moving , rolled in... and out... caressing the pillars of the jetty and the creatures that had taken refuge there.
Shifting phosphorescence from the ocean's depths, the rest a darkness of possibility.
In the darkness, all was transformed to formles beings of possibility.
The two gazed up at the sky. At the sparkling stars, at the shooting stars that left pale pink, pale blue, stardust in trails through the sky, slowly falling, shimmering faintly, down to earth. Some landed glittering upon the two, and they smiled at the gift. As the stardust met the ocean it became part of it, joining its enigmatic phosphorescent possibility.
The two shared a space, a time, with eachother, little troubled, only subconsciously aware of the faintly distinguishable shadows hovering around them, within them. Forms of swirling darkess with the occaisional flash of an eye of bright white, weaving in and out, through eachother.
As the two stood alone together at the edge of the world.
They looked as if they were holding hands, but they were not. They seemed to be in eachother's arms, but they were not, they just were, in themselves, and in eachother, and in the silhouettes that followed them.

There, some niceness, in my mind, perhaps not well expressed. Critiques are fun!
Love to you, readers and others.