She wandered like wisps of time entwinned in intimate twilight, sewing occasionally fleeting threads of fate amidst the cobblestones of her **forgotten world**. Here the stars whisper rather than shine, tender secrets half- understood.
A slight decay envelops the fragrant syllables of love whispered upon tattered scrolls left on dust-covered shelves. His portrait, an image archived in the gentle click of vintage universes, lingers with an essence that crumbles mournfully in shadow.
"Are you the echo of an unasked question?" she muses in swirling scripts across time's ever-fragile skin. The path of **golden** memories **sparkles**, albeit not with light but a **desperate** luminescence carved by gentle melancholy.
Breathe the whispers in those ancient words, he murmurs, let them guide through corridors now spent and stark, where laughter ***decays*** under nebulas turning unreal.
Words arranged; now deluminated by unspoken embraces, pulse erratically beneath our fingers, faint promises resting between aged walls at their inevitable conclusion. A girl's heartbeat, entwined with parchment and dreams, withers amidst nonchalant sorrows echoing through time's hurt.
In the woven pages of an unwritten history,
she embarks, whispered adieus extending their tendrils into **night's** ever barren embrace.
Walk alongside her vibrant decay:
\/\/\\\\ Time Roamed
\/\/\/\/ Echoing Murmurs