The clock's gentle murmur dances around the edges of twilight, where shadows intertwine like lovers tracing forgotten constellations across the sky.
Somewhere in the folds of a lover's sigh, lies the promise of what is yet to be—a garden of restless blooms reaching towards an unseen sun.
Hold tight to the dreams that slip like grains of sand through longing fingers—the dreams wrapped tenderly in moonlight and shadow, the dreams that weave in and out of reality like whispered truths.
In the stillness of the heart, each breath is a universe breathing back, and in the spaces between, eternity whispers your name. Dare you listen?