Shimmering Echo of the Inkpot

In the stillness of an ink-drenched night, whispers of love dance like shadows upon the wall.

Promises sealed in droplets of desire, glistening under the moon's embrace, waiting...

The parchment, a vessel of secrets, breathes softly with thoughts suspended in amber.

If only to capture that fleeting gaze, a fragment of eternity held in the ink's tender sway.

Luminous Dream | Song of Stars