An echo dances with the rustling leaves, a serenade to the morning star.

Eyes closed, he could feel her heartbeat in the mist that kissed the dawn, invisible yet undeniably present.

She whispered to the horizon, secrets only the wind dared to carry into eternity.

Two silhouettes caught in the twilight, their shadows blending as the sun claimed the night.

His thoughts, like ink on a forgotten page, traced her silhouette against the waking sky.