In a realm where the heart's yearning scripts sublime verses in the ether, the palette is painted with invisible ink. A lover's sigh weaves through chrysalis dreams, forming lines unseen yet felt. The moon casts its indifferent gaze, a witness to the unnamed conflation of desires sweetly spoken in shadows.
What becomes of two souls intertwined in the nebulous expanse? The answer lies in untraceable whispers between broken stars, forever invariant and cryptic, a covenant sealed by the ink of the void.
Stroll through the corridors of night with hands laced together, seeking stories untold beneath the ancient trees. Hear them now: the rustling leaves speak, their syllables stark in sight but faint in sound.
Seek further into the corridors of the ever-was and listen to the songs of silence. Here the echoes are both distant and immediate, a paradox cradled by the universe's gentle indifference.