One step in meandering twilight, and the anemone of memory blooms enshrined in the star-drenched fog.
His presence, a bittersweet echo, loosening spectral ties around her heart with whispers of an era undone.
The clock hands falter, drawing tentative curves through sacred moments. Silken threads of time intertwine majestically, leaving delicate yet powerful paradoxes behind.
Softly now, he hums: a melody laced with crimson sorrow, wrapping tightly around their memories untold.
A haunting lullaby of timeless yearning...