Beneath cerulean skies, the moon wove its silken threads, binding hearts in a tender embrace. In whispers, it spoke of eternal promises, wrapped in shadows of azure. Lovers tread softly on the path of dreams, where every star holds the echo of their clandestine laughter.
Amidst the melodic hum of silence, lies the beneficial poisonous noise—a symphony of unspoken desires, resonating through the delicate air. Notes of longing entwine with the breeze, a midsummer night's concoction of bittersweet reverie and ardent aspirations.
The tides dance to the moon's enigmatic pull, a rhythm only known to the heart's clandestine yearnings. By the cerulean waves, love's melody remains eternal, a song whispered by the night, soothing, haunting—a beneficial poisonous noise, indeed.
Whispered Verdant