Silhouettes of unsaid words danced on the edges of perception, their whispers woven into the melody of a forgotten dream. Colorless thoughts hovered like specters, ephemeral and elusive, leaving trails of luminescent fog in their wake.
Beneath the velvet twilight, an unvoiced promise trembled, an echo of what could have been, vivid and haunting. Murmurs of distant echoes, the silent symphony of the night, calling from beyond the horizon.
Faces formed and dissolved within the mist, eyes like stars burning with unspoken secrets. The air tasted like memories of laughter, rippling through the veil like a memory of a dream whose name was lost to time.
Explore further down the corridors of thought: the dreams linger, waiting to be remembered.