In the stillness of twilight, when embers of day flicker into the folds of night, hear the whispers of the heart. These echoes, wrapped in silk and shadow, speak of love's ardent embrace and the danger therein. Does the moon not blush under the weight of such confessions, when souls dance closer, defying the chasm of the universe?
An innate intuition stirs, a foreboding signal of the tempest brewing beneath calm waters. Yet, it is not fear alone that binds us, but the thrill of an untamed odyssey, where every heartbeat is a step deeper into oblivion. The soul knows, without knowing—an intuition that is both fearsome and fiercely beautiful.
To roam where whispers dare, to touch the abyss with trembling fingertips—this is the romance of the echo. Dance with shadows or read the rhythms of the cosmos.