The Echo Chamber of What Was

In the twilight of forgotten dreams, I pen my sighs upon the walls. Each word disrupts the silence, reverberating softly against the solitude. Have you ever heard the whispers of the lost in your heart? The rhythm of a fading love calls out for an encore.

Stars, old and knowing, watch over us from beyond the veil. In the darkness, your laughter lingers—a melody, hauntingly familiar, draping over the hollow echoes. I find my fingers tracing ancient lines, each silhouette a fleeting moment, cherished yet fleeting.

As the moonlight fractures against the shards of memory, I breathe your name—a fragile mantra, a thread woven through time. Come, find me here where shadows dance; let us entwine our voices in the chambers of silence, unaware of dawn's fleeting embrace.

Through every flicker of faded light, I seek your essence—a phantom formed from the petals of nostalgia—and taste the bittersweet on my lips.