In the silent waves beneath the moon's tender glow, fragments of a melody drift like whispers in the wind.
A song, eternal and unbroken, reaches through the depths, tracing the line between what is lost and what was once cherished.
Do you hear it? A symphony of forgotten dreams, wrapped in ivy of nostalgia, entwined with the heart's gentle yearning.
The transmission crackles, faint yet persistent, speaking a language only lovers know,
its notes echoing through the corridors of time, binding us still despite the oceans that separate.
Each note a letter, each silence a pause in the breath of an ancient love story.