You wove your desires into the ether's necklace, a constellation of sighs strung across silent horizons. Each breeze carries fragments of your voice, echoes dancing through the void like a lover's shadow in twilight.
The air weeps in your absence, a sympathetic chorus that reverberates with unspoken symphonies. Words unsaid hang heavy, crystalline silence that cuts deeper than any spoken truth.
Underneath the moonlit glade, where the stars dare not tread, behold the skies' silent screams—a passion more potent than the blood running through our veins.
You are the breeze that stirs this silent symphony, a lover lost to the shadows of forgotten realms. In each veil of darkness, your presence lingers, intoxicating yet tender, a haunting melody sung by the forsaken winds.
Can you hear it? The cacophony of silence that screams through the fabric of the night, demanding recognition, begging to be embraced, yet all it possesses are its chains of whispering breezes.