In the garden of twilight, where roses entwine with the whispers of the sea, I found you. You were a melody wrapped in shadows, an echo of dreams waiting to unfold. The stars sang your name, a symphony of light against the velvet night.
Step by step, we wandered through winding paths, each turn revealing a secret untold. Turn, pause, listen; the wind carries stories of lovers long forgotten. The moonlight danced upon your face, illuminating the beauty of untamed hearts.
Repeat the whispers. Repeat the dreams. Let the cycles of time wrap around us, a comforting embrace in the dance of eternity.
In the corridors of memory, I trace your silhouette, a ghostly figure woven into the very fabric of my soul. The paths diverge yet converge, an intricate tapestry of our shared breaths.
Shall we remember tomorrow? Tomorrow that never seems to come, a future painted by the brush of longing and desire. Paths diverge, but only to meet again at the crossroads of our dreams.
Through the Forest