Whispers echo in twilight, a melody marooned in the folds of time. Stars bleed nectar as memories flood, a vivid cacophony stirred in twilight's breath, where lovers once trace their tales.
Silken words draped along phantom hills, fingertips grazing the horizon of forever—languid sighs entwined in a dance upon echoic seas.
Each muted note of your laughter rises like incense, spilling forth in color against the tapestry of night. What if every cherished word sang backwards, unraveling the coarse yarn of recollections tangled in our souls?
To explore the melodies of the past