In the dim-lit halls of timeless echoes, where muted heartbeats weave a tapestry of longing, the shadows compose an elegy for a love untouched by dawn. Each breath is a forgotten myth, cascading through the woven corridors of spirit and silence, longing for the lost embrace of ethereal forms.
Beneath the silken veil of the dark cosmos, unattended cries of celestial reunion murmur, brushing against one's spirit like the trace of a phantom's kiss. When the moon weeps, its tears are fragments of a tale sung by shadows, spun with echoes of a time when kisses were left upon the precipice of dreams.
Glimpse the Shadow's Reverie