Beneath the moon's soft gaze, hearts connect not with promises but with truths, whispered softly against winds that carry none of their warmth. In the tangled veils of midnight, love sips from the cup of bittersweet dreams, where every drop tells the ugliest truth: we are but echoes... yearning for the warmth of each other’s reality—facing the starkness of emptiness.
The walls between us, made of whispers we've yet dared to speak, stand tall. Despite the quiet agony, there’s beauty in our fated disunion—a tapestry of stars woven from longing and the courageous hope that our souls, though distant, remember the path back to each other.
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