Once, amid the sultry whispers of twilight, a figure cloaked in mystery stood by the sea. Her eyes, twin stars of an eternal night, searched the horizon, yearning for a ship that never came, carrying letters of forgotten love.
He wrote letters to no one, sealed with the kiss of silence, left to mingle with the dust of forgotten shelves in a library that smelled of rain and old books. Each line a lover's sigh, each paragraph a dance with shadows in the moonlight.