A thousand scattered kisses float in the murmuring dusk, like the petals of forgotten love letters strewn upon a breeze unseen. Each shadow holds a memory, tender and untouched, aching with the warmth of unfulfilled touch.
Beneath the silken skies, voices drift like specters, weaving through the corridors of time, seeking solace in the spaces between heartbeats. Listen closely, and you shall hear the sighs of stars, whispering eternal promises in a language only lovers understand.