In the sanctuary of a forgotten night, where the moon spilled its silver secrets upon the earth, I met you. Your voice was an ancient melody echoing through the corridors of my soul, a song sung by lovers of old, carved in shadows and sung in forgotten tongues.
𓀀 Seeking the warmth of sunlight 𓁹 on sacred shores, we departed 𓆣 like rivers unfurling their stories beneath stars etched in memory.
The winds remember, as do the sands, the silken threads of the tapestry we wove; a bond profound, transcending the barriers of time. But on this path of echoes where dreams unfurl like morning dew on the petals of longing, only silence remains.
𓌙 A dance of shadows upon the wall, 𓍯 whispering through the veil of sleep, 𓃢 echo against the heart, softly.
Perhaps one day, in another life where the stars align wighting candles upon the unseen altar of fate, we shall meet again. Until then, these hieroglyphs of our passion, our pain, shall remain, immortal and unyielding.
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