Upon a shore that time forgot, I found the remnants of a love long past, scattered like shells beneath the merciless tide.
To love is to gaze upon the stars, dreaming of their embrace, yet knowing the void between your fingertips. The ugliest truth is this: it is not the deepest of passions that binds us, but the cruel chains of reality, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of our waking dreams.
In the quiet sands of this forsaken isle, where the wind cries tales of lovers lost and found, I pen these words. Should you wander here, remember: the heart's desire often masquerades as the shadow it casts upon the night, ever endless, ever wandering.