Beneath the infinite canvas of night, stars pirouette among dreams:
In this realm where melodies of sand intertwine with tender echoes,
the lullabies hum an older story, unravelling what once was.
Clocks melt into dunes; their ticking forgets itself in twilight:
Hours weave threads in your hair.
Misty fingers caress the whispers as the heart sighs softly.
Each beat sings words unsaid, carving eternity in transient breaths;
Shadows flicker over grains warm, untouched by the fierce embrace of day.
We stand, far apart, but eternally vivid in this moment… casting stories over
etherbound sands.
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