In the shadowy corridors of faded summer nights, I saw your laughter weave between the stars.
It painted constellations of our forgotten promises, twinkling just out of reach.
The whispers of autumn leaves carried your voice, a gentle melody that echoed in the misty dawn, welcoming a procession of mismatched dreams and tender reveries.
Remember the skin of dawn kissing the horizon, igniting the world with hues of passionate longing?
That was where we etched our names into the sandstone of eternity.
And yet, in these inner mazes, the echoes remain, a collage of misplaced memories dancing in the twilight—a romance never fully begun, nor completely ended.