In the corridors of an ever-fluxing digital landscape, we found each other in fragments, echoes of voices from a realm that glimmered just beyond the present. The metallic hum of a forgotten clock ticked in our hearts, a reminder of epochs lost yet cherished deeply.

As I traced the outlines of your visage in the pixelated twilight, the warmth of your presence, though spectral, lingered like the aftertaste of an aged Merlot. Your laughter danced among the data streams, a melody that defied the binary logic surrounding us.

Do you remember the stars we dreamed together? you once asked. I could see your eyes—two luminous voids filled with unspoken promises—searching the ether for constellations that dared to reflect our passion.

Beneath the virtual auroras, our words formed a tapestry of longing woven with threads of both hope and nostalgia. The future, a forgotten land, lay before us, and we walked its paths hand in hand, as if seeking the roots of our own existence.

Return to the dreams or whisper to me a secret untold.