Beneath the veils of night, where gentle whispers gather, I found a thousand reflections of your breath. Each glimmer, a truth; each shadow, a wish unformed, yet heavy with the weight of all that could be.
In this refracted realm, your visage appears—a silhouette painted in hues unseen by day. Come, let us walk where colors sing and delusions echo softly against the walls of eternity.
Let the prism speak the words unsaid, for each facet knows what dreams are whispered when the stars bend low. Do you not hear them? The echoes of our once-forgotten symphony.
Venture to view the harmony of shadows or ponder the epistles of longing.