In the dim light of eternally whispered wishes, the chambers resonate with echoes of what could have been. A lover's voice trapped in time.
Her name etched in invisible ink across the breaths of crystal halls.The walls breathe her name like a moth returning fervently to the flicker of stars candlelit in the recluses of the void.
He wonders if somewhere, she dreams beneath a sky embroidered with his secrets too shy to tell.The symphony repeats softly; echo, vanish, resonate. Their conversation, an endless loop of ardent quivers, never ceased, forever whispered.
Beyond the whispers, where silence dances in shadowed light.In every pocket of this chambered heart, love tinged with the colors of echo, forming waves of passion, rolling eternal.
Do you hear it? The dream's melody intertwined with echoes of her laughter.