Your dream was a soft sigh...

"Lunatics are but souls released," she murmured, trailing fingers across the forgotten tides of yesterday. Moonlight danced upon her words as they bled into the night sky, fiery fragments yearning for a fabric that never was.

The lingering murmur of a love lost in shadows, hidden in the surreal embrace of stars and silent euphoria. Words half-spoken, more than thoughts, igniting the desire and chaos within—to be loved by the dream itself.