In the nocturnal whisper of fallen stars and timeless sighs, your love embodies the paradox of tangling vine and anchoring bloom. Touch the ether where sound becomes sustenance, a sweet encumbered stealth. Unknown roads desire our steps, leading to a horizon awakened by the essence of you. Let our hemosynthesis be one, crafting silence into burning canvases. Embrace augmented antiphony, the gentle shiver of manufactured crickets that serenade our truths woven in solitude's embrace.
Seek weavings of wisteria