We walked upon the cobweb paths, where the silver fog enshrouded heartbeats in whispers.

In the shadowed edge of time's marble clock, grains of moments spilled into the abyss, carrying the curious scent of unsung voyages.

Once, under the watchful gaze of forgotten constellations, a tale began with a sigh wrapped in twilight silk.

The verses dripped with night’s ink, crafting letters that danced upon the water's mirror reflection, blissfully unaware of their fate.

Do you remember the flickering star's promise? To etch our laughter into the sands of an eternal dawn?

Yet here we stand, in this dim sanctuary, tracing the borders of dreams held together by moonlit stitches.

Will the sunrise ever forgive us for wandering so far into night's embrace, where the stories have already begun?

Whispers of the Wind Lost Symphonies