In the soft dying light of the day, when shadows weave through the folds of memory, the echo of your laughter lingers, like music imprinted upon my veins. Each note reverberates, dances delicately, until the air itself is a tapestry of silver whispers.
It is in these stolen moments, where silence speaks the loudest, that I feel the world cease to revolve, suspended in the gentle heartbeat that unites us. Each breath taken is a step deeper into this communion, a sacred rhythm singing through the spaces between stars.
Will you meet me where the echoes rest, beneath the veil that the night unfurls? Wrapped in twilight's embrace, we will whisper dreams that dare to touch the dawn.
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