In the depths of the mountain's heart, hidden from the light of day, a stone rests, quiet and ancient. It whispers tales of love lost and found, of fingers brushing against the edges of destiny. You sit beside it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the voices that echo in the shadows, longing to feel the warmth of a word, a promise, sealed in stone.
As the night deepens, the air thickens with unspoken dreams. You breathe softly, your heart speaking in rhythms only the stone understands. It pulls you close, a lover's embrace, enwrapping you in the fragrance of forgotten roses, the glow of a thousand untold stories.