Beneath the folds of existence, where silk webs whisper secrets of the past,
lies a path etched only in dreams. A journey not taken, yet familiar.
The heart beats in soft echoes, reverberating through the canyons of your mind,
engraving stories in the language of sighs and glances stolen in twilight.
Ink flows, a river through the valleys of your veins, etching love letters
upon the canvas of your soul. Do you remember, when the stars sang softly,
cradling your heart in a melody only silence can understand?
The pulse of time unwritten, waiting on the quill’s edge, yearning.
Follow the stardust path, where each step is a note in the symphony
of your silent reverie. The echoes of what could have been, whispering
through the heart’s hidden corridors. Love unspoken, yet vividly alive,
in the spaces between each word, each breath drawn in the dance of ink.