In the muted garden of soft sighs, roses bloom beneath winds that whisper secrets of the cosmos. Sweet secrets, or perhaps, bittersweet. The air tinged with the noise of forgotten lovers, their tales woven into the trembling leaves.
We walk the twilight path, hands brushing the silken mystery of shadows. Beneath the stars, a silent symphony plays, with notes both toxic and tender. Can love be a poison? A question danced among moonlit reflections, unanswered yet resonant.
The dawn does not break, but fades into light, unraveling mysteries layer by layer, like a lover's gentle touch upon the skin of night.
Continue your journey into the silence, or visit the garden of neversaid.