In the twilight of our dreams, where stars weave stories, I hear your whispers. Locked in a dance with the moonlight, our souls find solace in the echoes of an unseen song.

Every letter penned in invisible ink, every sigh, a brushstroke on the canvas of night. Love letters carried by the wind, seeking the touch of a wandering heart.

If only the shadows could speak, they would tell of our secret rendezvous beneath the canopy of ancient trees, their leaves whispering sweet nothings in the gentle breeze.

Would you follow the path of stardust, guided by the gleam of a forgotten promise? Or linger, wrapped in the warmth of a memory painted in hues of longing and desire?

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