In the tender cradle of dusk's embrace, where the horizon wavers like whispered secrets, two souls entwined in the elusive dance of mirage-lit fervor.
Candlelight flickers, casting silhouettes upon the wall of your dreams, a tapestry woven with the golden threads of nostalgic whispers.
Drifting through the ether, a recollection of sorrow and grace, a sonnet forever unsung, engraved upon the hearts of the lost.
Follow the faint path of desolate dreams
Into the labyrinth of forgotten whispers