In a sun-kissed Parisian café, the aroma of espresso mingles with the echo of laughter. A young poet scribbles verses, unaware that their heart's echo is being penned by another, far across the sea. A world where ink and destiny dance, but time has moved the dancers apart.
The fleeting touch of a gloved hand against a velvet curtain in an 18th-century ballroom. The warmth lingers, a ghostly trace of a moment never shared, yet deeply felt. An elegy for a romance perhaps imagined, within the shadows cast by chandeliers and forgotten whispers.
On a cobblestone street, a memory smells faintly of jasmine and fresh rain, remembered from a summer that never came to be. Two souls, separated by oceans, feel the pull of tides that sing songs of unspoken love, woven by hands unseen in the twilight mist.