In the silence of winter nights, where memories weave their delicate lace, whispers drift like feathered echoes from a hollow sky. A tapestry spun with the essence of unseen souls, entwined in a dance upon a cosmic loom. Shadows woven by hands unknown. Listen to the shadows.
Stars fall to earth, melted silver, tracing lines of old and forgotten tales where hearts once beat in unison. In dreams, we call each other's names — specters of the night, forever yearning. Do you remember the light? Converse with the light.