Echoes in a Seashell

In the labyrinth of our dreams, I hear you. A voice like the breaking dawn, perfumed by the sea.

These whispers coil within the seashells, spinning tales of yore—time bending, space folding.

Your laughter, a sprinkle of stardust upon the waves, carries silently, a poignant symphony.

Do you remember the twilight hour? Where the sky blushed pink and the ocean mirrored our souls?

Your silhouette against the horizon, a timeless mosaic etched in the sands of eternity.

With every breath, I trace the contours of your spirit, lingering like dew on a petal.