The midnight air shivers, each whispered heartbeat a tremor. Ghosts in the fabric of space wail ever so softly.
In annals woven with gossamer clouds, placed between obscured memories and distilled moonlight.
Does each step echo, where shadows willingly merge, kissing earthen grave markers with dew-laden urgency?
Hearts awaken.
Ever nimble, seeking the spaces between heart's delayed drumroll— fleeting respires clasped beneath frosted veils.
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A maze, abandoned, textures unanswered. Concerning pathways split aside as sudden black steel
shapes pursue ephemeral silhouettes.
Echoes, Secrets