In the depths, where silence clings like seaweed to the heart, whispers ride the currents of lost transmissions.
Once, we danced with cosmos, hands entwined with shadows of the sun, each heartbeat resonating like a forgotten song.
Oh, my beloved, do you remember the echoes at dusk? Ghostly melodies perfumed in salt and moonlight.
They say the stars have secrets; we were meant to carry those secrets, like bottles washed ashore on an unknown coast.
Yet here I am, a phantom of what once glowed so brightly, a fleeting idle breath lost to the void.
In another world, perhaps fate is not a thread to be severed but a tapestry woven in the glow of forgotten dreams.
Will you wander deeper into twilight with me? Unravel the unspoken or hear the whispers of realms unknown?