In an alleyway paved with stars, I once saw a concert of shadows dancing to the rhythm of forgotten whispers. The melody was sweet, reminiscent of rain on autumn leaves, and for a moment, the world stood still, cradled in the bosom of tranquility.
Remember the café on Rue de la Paix, where a violinist played a tune that sang of open skies and endless journeys? Your laughter mingled with the notes, creating a harmony that lingered in my soul like the scent of fresh coffee on a winter's morning.
A child's drawing of a dragon, its colors smeared in the haste of innocence. The dragon guards a castle made of dreams, where time flows like water over smooth stones, quiet and eternal.
Once, I read an old letter, its words fading like the memory of a summer's day. The ink spoke of promises made under a moonlit sky, promises that danced away like fireflies into the night.