In the shadowed alleyways of the heart, where light shimmers only in memories of what once was, a whisper beckons. It tells tales of the life we wished to embrace, entwined under a moonlit sky, bathed in the silvery glow of forgotten dreams.
And there, amidst the silence, I find a single rose, petals kissed by the fire of a thousand unsung verses. Is it enough to illuminate the visions lost? Or does its fragile beauty merely reflect what was never spoken aloud?
Let us wander these old ruins, together. Hand in hand, where each step is a heartbeat in remembrance of luminescent shadows. Phase shifts beneath our feet, echoing the sentiments of stars falling into unscripted destinies.
Your laughter, a gentle breeze, awakens the lingering scent of jasmine that wrapped around our borrowed moments. Do you remember? Those fleeting hours suspended in eternal twilight? Where Infinity itself paused to listen.