In the labyrinthine corridors of time, where sunlight dallies with shadows, there exists a secret—a fragment of love, cast in whispers and starlight.
Elm branches brushing fingertips, tracing nebulous patterns of affection upon cobbled memories, sigh gently of passions unkept and dreams unwoven.
Beneath the horizon's embrace, where the sea kisses the sky, lies the gravity well of emotions, pulling wistful souls into its eternal tide.
Find solace in the echoes, dear wanderer, for the heart etches stories in the silence, where all else fades but the whisper of a name.