In the shadows where the moon dares not tread, I found whispers of a heart entwined with mine. A gentle pull in the night's embrace, like the hush before a tempest. Every beat echoes in the silence of forgotten dreams, as if the stars themselves conspired to weave our fates in this desolate haven.
How sweet the agony of unclaimed affection, lingering like the last silhouette at twilight, ever distant yet intimately close. These midnight confessions, draped in velvet shadows, speak of a love that thrives beneath the surface, where dreams touch the edge of reality and the heart learns to dance with the darkness.
Whispers of the Veil