In the embrace of twilight's gentle sighs, we found our voices woven through the passing shadows—
The echoes of your laughter danced upon the edges of dreams, their light a soft melody against the canvas of my heart. Each note, a brushstroke painted in the golden hue of memories that shimmer like forgotten stars.
Speak again, dear wanderer, through these corridors of light and twilight's embrace—
For every whisper carries the weight of a thousand sunsets, a reflection of your silhouette against the dimming sky. Together, we roam this tapestry woven from the threads of shadow and sunlight, forever entwined in its passionate sighs.
Sing the Silhouettes