Beyond the horizon, where the sun kisses the earth goodbye with swathes of crimson fire, lies the garden of forgotten whispers. Here, amongst the brush of sweeping leaves and the gentle sigh of lingering scents, memories dance in mosaic fragments, patterns lost to time yet familiar as a lover's sigh.
In the cool twilight, shadows play upon the petals, casting soft confessions, weaving narratives of yesteryear. A single flower, pale as the moon’s silver beam, opens with quiet daring, revealing a heart that beats not with time, but with story.
Such is the tale the wind tells—a story of presence suspended amber-like, crystallized in motion, forever poised to depart yet always here.
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