"Under the gentle gaze of the harvest moon, the soul whispers secrets only the heart can understand." 1
Tonight, the sky spills silver droplets upon the wooded canopy. The scent of night-blooming jasmine wraps around shy footsteps wandering an ethereal road—light glowing softly as ephemeral whispers beckon onward. Each step resonates in the past, tingling nostalgia stirred by stirring desires unspoken in the cryptic letters of memory, stretching long avenues toward mystical gaits.^2
Secrets, are they echoing truths or just borrowed dreams?^3 The wanderer treads lightly, guided by the luna's tug, urged gently forward by heartbeats interwoven with vines.^4
Dreams form the only bridges worth crossing, unseen yet felt as plaintive notes of a song once heard around flickering hearth flames. Paths cross again in this melancholic dance beneath the bejeweled banner of an omniscient dusk, and questions resonate before vanishing like phantom breaths swept away by zephyr winds.^5