In the quiet corners of the night, I dare to wander along the memory lane, where echoes of your laughter still linger like stars in a fading twilight. Each step recalls the softness of your gaze, slipping away like grains of tender sand, searching endlessly.
The fleeting shadows dance upon the walls, tracing silhouettes of what once was. I listen closely, a silence etched with melancholic whispers, unraveling deeper truths beyond the shadow's grasp.