In a time where stars whispered secrets to each other, and the wind carried symphonies of forgotten promises, two souls danced on the edge of a new dawn. Threads of silver light wove through their fingers, binding destinies with a spark of electric whispers.
Do you remember the whispers of lost futures, my love? How they painted our paths in shades unseen, their colors vivid and alive. Our hearts were threads themselves, entwined in a fabric of dreams woven long before reality found its footing.
The clock tower, adorned in blooms and clockwork stars, reminded us of worlds where time was but a melody, played upon the strings of cosmic harps. Here, beneath its arcane chime, I found your gaze—a mirror to the galaxies I yearned to traverse with you.