In the longing shadows where whispers beckon çārcă šülβ, there lies an ember of forgotten time, a sanctuary sung only in dreams.
A heart fractured yet brimming, a passion echoing through the corridors of silence like a soft, lingering melody of the ãntíqúë Phŏnë that fades not in dusk yet illuminates in shadows.
In these forgotten marbles and secret depths, lies a kiss of histories unwritten, a verse of invisible ink, where mere mortals dare not tread but wander, lost and found eternally.