In shadows cast gently by the waning light, two souls dared to intertwine. The world watched, silent in its awe, as they etched their dreams into the echo of the night. Her words, whispered through crimson leaves, carried the scent of untold stories, and he, the wanderer of forgotten paths, traced their lineage with a tender hand. They mirrored one another, face to face yet always just beyond reach.
"Perhaps in another time, another breath, we might find the pieces we seek..."
Your reflection dances just out of sight... Where do dreams go when we awake? All along whisper paths beneath silent stars, beneath hidden sunlit desires...
These whispers in ink, reflections upon a mirror never meant to stay still, bleed into twilight. Write upon the glass, seek freedom in the image that fades the moment you embrace it. Can we stand both sides of the glass, one side illuminated by the flickering candle, the other knowing only darkness and silence?
The edge of fate awaits | The unspoken legend sings