As words flutter like luminescent moths sprinkled across the inky void of yearning, they collide softly, igniting the air with the warmth of unsaid phrases.
In the whispers of the night, the moon is a guardian, caressing the starlit dreams, and every twinkle echoes sweet nothings of intimacy.
Our hearts are tender constellations, intertwined in the dark embrace of nature’s incandescent lullaby, each beat a firefly in the chilling fervor of loneliness.
Grasp my hand; together, let us cascade through this bioluminescent sea where language falters, replaced by the pulse of raw emotion.