Soft whispers echo through the foliage, a tapestry woven with the silk of longing. Each heartbeat titters at the precipice of the night. Do you feel it? A vivid dream surfacing like amber liquid, encasing the autumn leaves of our memories.
Beneath the ghostly glow of a moon that smiles down upon us, the air is thick with intoxicating fragrances; the sweet scent of forgotten roses entwined with damp earth breathing a melody of nostalgia. A phantom pain flutters in the chambers of the heart, yearning to make senses bloom exact as violets in April.
What is this haze, a half-remembered song that spirals and jiggles like specters in euphoria? Perhaps, metamorphosis resides on the edge of an unpainted canvas, subtle strokes invite contemplation—when did shadows embrace the light?
An array of thoughts hug the silhouette of your being. You walk through meadows of desire, wrapped in the sun's warm pretensions, dancing under rays that paint the horizon gold and purple. Here, time suspends its clock hands, and the air thickens with sinewy music, melodies of devoured dreams.
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