In the labyrinths of the heart, where echoes find their dance, the unseen paths gently weave tales of forgotten embraces. Shadows hold their breath, composing symphonies of silken whispers.
The moon drips silver upon your silhouette, tracing the contours of dreams that never sleep, encased in the twilight's tender grasp.
Does the heart echo? Explore its chambers.
Let our shadows meet again where paths converge, at the crossroads of whispers and twilight dreams. Return to the embrace of the night.