The twilight of Venice in 1750 whispered melodies of heartfelt ballads, notes fluttering like wayward petals across the canals. It was here, amidst the echoes of a gentle serenade, that Elena’s voice first danced into the yearning heart of Marco—a connection unfurling across time’s embrace.
In feasts adorned with moonlight, they marveled through the ages. Every stolen moment, another brush with eternity. Wrapped in their singer’s romanticism, Marco carved the whispers of a perfect night upon the waystone left aglow by a flickering lantern.
A sunken path hidden under stardust garlands leads to an anthology of what was and what might never be again. As Marco gazes through the waystone's translucent veil, currents of time flow like silken strands woven into a tapestry of meetings yet to unfold. Beneath the gilded promises lie the inked lines of their intertwined fates.
Breathe the air of destinations unmet, but treasured in fleeting dreams. Chart the constellations where love etched messages upon celestial sands, echoing the whispers of longing lives.
Oh, wandering waystone, guide their spectral hands in the silent ballet of time! Beckon the shadows of past lives reliving the exquisite symphony with every heartbeat, and know that nowhere feels like home but in the timeless embrace of each other's soul.