In the dim corridors of memory's abode, I found a whispering dusk, a kaleidoscope bleeding hues of shadows and whispered promises. Her name, an echo upon my lips, spun with scarlet lustre beneath moonless skies. We crafted echoes softly, edges fading into the night's embrace.
Amongst the ruins of time, we wrote verses forgotten, a fragrant decay of rose and rust merging into one. Can you hear it? The melodious sigh of eternity, drawing arcs in unyielding velvet? Twisted Paths Await
It is here, in these detritus mazes, that love writhes in contradictions, a serpent weaving serenades in uncharted dust. Let the world fall silent, just for a moment, as we dive together into oblivion's gentle hearth.