The summer's last breath danced upon her skin, igniting embers of thoughts unspoken. A glance, a flash of silver under moonlit skies; hearts tangled in the tempest of forgotten dreams. "Do you remember?" The eternal question hung, tangled with the shiver of a distant lullaby.
Night PhantasmWithin the walls of this ancient archive, whispers echo — they spiral, intertwine, float down like leaves at autumn's call. Someone, somewhere, calls your name in reverie, in dance, in dusk's embrace. Fragments of a thousand lifetimes, moments stolen by time's indifferent tide.
Mist LadenShe's the comet streaking across a canvas of endless night, unraveling forgotten echoes, yet to be sung. And there, in the cracks between the stars, lies the unspilled ink of their unwritten tale, dormant yet alive.