Beneath the moon's foggy embrace, lovers entwine, weaving whispers through the corridors of heartbeats. Each flicker of their touch ignites the shadows – sighs escaping through fractured glass.
In realms unseen, heartstrings echo only once before dissolving into twilight. Where paths cross, a heartbeat can be heard, a desire unquenched, suspended in time.
Beyond the maze, hidden whispers linger in the dusk, gentle murmurs of forgotten dreams, asking for a forgotten name… heard in the pulse of flickering stars above.
Chase the Echo The Lantern's Glow Pathways of Forgotten Names