Amidst a heart's ember, a whisper spins dreams of starlight and sea-foam crowns.
"Your eyes," the shadow mused, "like molten stars, carving paths through the night."
Pockets of symphonic silence hide behind crumbling doorways, and echoes lead only to truths forgotten in a time heedless of dawn's warmth. We chase phantoms across fields painted with the hues of childhood, under skies that tinge with mystic whispers.
Embers whisper secrets of love buried in dusk, as ivy climbs relentless through dreams untended.
And there, amidst the glow of flickering illusions, do we find permanence, or simply the mirage of paradise?
Come, cast a wish upon the ether's weave, and see for yourself...