"You once spoke of the stars, my dearest," the voice murmured, an ethereal caress brushing against the soul. "Did you know they still whisper your name?"
"Each dawn, I trace your footsteps on the morning mist," another voice chimed, its tone a melody of nostalgia. "The winds carry tales of our fearless chase, unfurling dreams like petals of a night-blooming flower."
The voices entwine, weaving a tapestry of longing and desire. They dance around you—a soft symphony of yesteryears. The pastel memories flicker like fireflies caught in the twilight drape of a summer evening. They remind you that in this journey of dreams, you are never alone. "You are the dreamer, and we... we are your echoes."
As you walk these paths that resemble cobbled streets from a distant era, you wonder about their origins. Were they forged by lovers who dreamt of distant lands, where time flows in spirals rather than lines? Unknown Paths
The whispers grow fainter as you near the horizon, yet their warmth lingers in the memory of a gentle breeze. The stars, still glittering, promise a return—a reunion beneath their everlasting glow. Until then, the voices hold vigil, forever guarding the secrets of the dreams you chase. Distant Echoes