In the shadow of the silent world, beneath a tapestry of whispering stars, echoes of forgotten love linger in the air. The heart, like an endless ocean, sings to the distant shore, a serenade of time lost but never truly gone.
She remembered the scent of rain on sunlit mornings, the gentle hum of his breath beside her, like chords of an unwritten melody. They spoke through time, over seas, finding solace in the quiet echoes of what was, and what could have been.
"Close your eyes," he once said, "and you shall see our dreams unfurl, like the delicate wings of a butterfly." His words reverberated through her, each syllable a pulse on her skin.
The sea mirrored the sky, a perfect reflection, two worlds entwined in a dance of subdued hues. Life and waves breathed as one, whispering stories of ages past, secrets only the wind dare carry.