The path shrouded in mist softly whispers secrets of a lover's heart. Step tepidly, as the soft dew kisses thy bare feet, the moon bows with clouds.
"Tell me the skies conspire, to craft wonderland tales amidst travelers unawares."
To court the stars, waver between light and soft haze; inhale the vibrant, fragrant pigments and descentively qwell the charming wick of dusk.
Hold breaths as seasons tumble like flux in an hourglass—a swirl to capture the fleeting sun rays entrapped in petals gone rogue.