In the echoing chambers of the heart, where words dare not tread, every glance is a sonnet, every touch, an opus. She floated into his orbit, the gentle pull of her gaze a gravitational anomaly.
Dancing Shadows
Whispered Secrets
"If silence were music," he pondered, tracing invisible lines in the air, "we would dance among the stars, our footsteps echoes in a universe yet to be imagined."