In the twilight, your thoughts brush against mine; a cold caress igniting flames of distant yearning.
Do you see me, across the empyrean veil, in garments woven from dreams and midnight stardust?
Let us linger here, where time is but a fiction, and each heartbeat transcends the mortal coil.
In the theater of the soul, a single note hangs, a dirge composed of our silent symphony.
Your name, carried by the winds of memory, chimes like a distant bell over forgotten hills.
Return to the Silence