In the gentle ebbs of whispered memories, a shadow dances, tracing arcs of light beyond reach, where time spills like stars in abyssal water.

Speak softly to the lingering echoes, let the velvet twilight cradle your words, for in this silent embrace, reality becomes the poem we dared to live.

The world turns, unseen—an orb of dreams forging paths through crystalline air. Lean closer, and hear the echoes sigh against the breath of midnight.