In the quiet hours before dawn, words fell like petals upon the water's edge.
Beneath the moon's tender gaze, dreams whispered...
Fragmented words, stitched together by longing:
"Will you carve our names beneath the stars... the waves guard our secret?"
"I believed in the path forged by your laughter, guiding me home."
"She spoke of gardens, where shadows danced under the kiss of twilight."
"His eyes were silent runes, unraveling the night with every glance."
Listen closely...