The fleeting murmur of dreams in twilight hues, caught on the lips of wandering winds. A swirl, a blur, a lull in the cosmos.
Elsewhere, perhaps they are woven into the eternal tapestry, threads unraveling in stardust. Do you remember the sound of silence amidst the sands?
hidden stories lie beneath, waiting for forgotten fingerprints, echoes of laughter lost in time.
And then, the heart pausing, like the sun perched above the horizon, enveloping moments untold in its embrace.