Whispers entwined in the breeze, wrapped in dewdrops of ethereal twilight, dance upon the edge of your consciousness.
Silent screams echo within the chambers of your heart, every pulse a desperate plea, unheard yet palpable.
The crickets and the nightingale weave a tapestry of sound, each note a fragment of longing, wrapped in the velvety shadows of twilight.
Find solace in the echoes of our nature: