When the stars align, echoing back the hues of forgotten dreams, we find ourselves dancing in sunlit shadows, a timelapse of tender touches. Midnight blooms fracture the silence, glowing maternal whispers cascade like drifting pearls into the fathomless azure deep.
Within a delta of whispers joining the tide, our hearts felocity enamored by rhythms phosphenescence, the scrape of season's waltz eclipsing pensively in amber tones.
To you, who holds the key, I left clandestine histories, quaint chambers where whispers dissolve into heartbeats, air glistening with shared longing. Below the moon's embrace, ripples effloresce as flora initiating growth above shadow the diaphanous caress of Time. Let these flickering moments simulate a melody reminiscence ...