In a dream layered beneath the fabric of time, lovers entwined in a dance where scent of fading roses hung thick in the air. Each sigh—a testament, every gentle caress curling like the pages of a once-cherished tome, long since moth-eaten by neglect.
Here, among the ruins scattered like forgotten echoes, lies a tattered love letter, the ink bled by tears that fell like rain upon the fragile parchment, whispering confessions to the dust.
They say the past cloaked in shadow sings with a voice both sweet and somber, punctuated by the decay of banished moments. Tonight, beneath this waning moon, I will collect the fragments of us, savoring their bittersweet taste—like dark chocolate melting into memory.
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