Fleeting echoes reverberate in moonlit chambers of nostalgia, where shadows tangle with whispers of forgotten breaths.

In crumbling spirals of ink, passion weeps like wilted petals, glimmering truths beneath layers of sunlight borne in rue.

When you left the walls we kissed in began their slow decay, paint peeling like the frailty of our promises.

Listen carefully, dear heart—beneath this catastrophe of silence lies melodies, more vibrant than the canvas of our faded dreams.

In every flutter of your pulse, I remnant the scent of rain-soaked earth, where lovers planted dreams amidst soiled hopes.

Shattered mirrors reflect our moments: Glassy illusions of two souls weaving eternities encaged in the response of each other.

To unseal the decay, find us together in pages yet unwritten, unfurl fingers while you linger in snarled golden threads.