Beneath the pallor of a moonlit sky, my heart wanders—seeking echoes in corridors only whispers dared tread. The night is an artist, painting our dreams in hues of shadows and softsilver.

A kaleidoscope of memories, refracted through veils of nostalgia, trembles at the touch of your name. It lingers, elusive, drawing silken threads across the tapestry of time.

Your laughter is the distant chime of stars, cascading over the horizon, a serenade for weary souls. In this labyrinth, every turn is an embrace, every corner a sigh, as the heart finds solace in echo's dance.

The mirror of dawn breaks, shattering prisms into shards of golden whispers, yet, I remain in the twilight, where your voice became my universe.