Shall we whisper our hearts between these eternal whispers? You, lost in sepia dreams, touch paper souls descending silently to wilderness charms, while I etch memories on forget-me-nots sprouting from dust in this empty alcove. Hidden waters beckon in spectral echoes, embrace time standing still.
Beyond golden lamp's glow, shadows wane into realms nameless, untraveled, beyond. Never shall the night consume our breaths unveiled in histories untamed, ears free, only to the murmurs of countless penned hearts laid bare.
You walk to know, Orpheus emboldened weaving whispers; each step elicits unrest, eventually sanctuary among lines breaking wordless freedoms.