Lover's echoes linger, brushing past unseen within the silence. Every breath a sonnet, every heartbeat a secret chorus weaving through the cerebral vale, tracing the symmetry of thought and desire's hidden face.
On this canvas of musings, letters sway like phantom footsteps, harmonizing with the shadows of what never was, yet promised in the symmetry of the haze above.
Hands reach for the intangible, curiosity cloaking the misty reflection of a gaze unknown. Each word a petal, fragrant with fantasies scribed in ardent whispers, lost to time but found in dream. Echo corridors wait, for the journey continues.
Wrapped within the cerebral folds, where reason and longing intertwine, the whispers breathe life into the pallid haze. Next, we drift.
Symmetry drapes the mental landscape like a forgotten shawl, cold and tender, offering solace as it veils the light with a lover's mist.
The words breeze into visibility, then slip away, caressing like whispered dreams.