Through the twilight shadows, find whispers of your name. Each corridor maps a silent film scripted in longing. Tracing hands upon dusty railings; escorting one another in dreams of twelve midnight rendezvous, masked in silk shadows.
A gentle kiss of breeze unveils the ancient map on forgotten oak—reek reek—a quill imprint webs its romantic pathways beneath outline specters. Ah, darling! Have we become two itinerant hearts hitching along endless corridors?
In the land of restless sighs, these passageways equation a transcendent melody akin to starry serenades yearning for the unattainable moonlit kiss.
Awaiting your footsteps, softly merging with mine, our plot subtly resumes inkwork beneath unfaltering gaze bittersweet.