In a forgotten realm, where the winds whisper tales of lovers lost amidst cosmic tides, I trace the cradle of your silhouette within the moonlight's embrace. Each star winks, flaunting the fragile fabric of existence—a tender caress washed ashore by the ocean of possibility.
Remember the echoes of our laughter, like silver shells scattered across a forgotten beach? Each grain of sand slid through fingers, revealing the footprints of ephemeral memories—how could the heart not bloom like cerulean lilies amidst dilapidated ruins of a world yearning for both rebirth and oblivion?
And as we unfurl our dreams into the limitless expanse, listen—can you hear the song of cosmic currents? A symphony of forgotten futures entwined in elegiac drone, each note birthed from a shard of longing, each pause steeped in the scent of distant storms fading into twilight's indifferent embrace.
Let us ride the waves of rapture and despair, finding solace in bits of lost futures. Here, love becomes the churning salt in the thick soup of uncertainty. Shall we drift further, or linger at the edges of all that could be?
...an offering to deep blue, attached with invisible string—a prophetic link to another drifting story.