When stars are sewn into the fabric of the night, we draw invisible threads to weave whispers across dreaming minds. A phantom touch lingers like a soft breath tracing the contours of forgotten imaginations, yearning for a connection only felt once. Heartbeats echo in the silence, rhythms of an unshared melody, as you dance through the corridors of memory.
Ah, but what a beautiful thing to love in shadows, to hold in the sinews of time and distance! Your hand glides over a silken veil that sparks an eternity of moments, each one stitched with a sigh imbued with longing, each thread a story suspended between lovers' breaths. The night listens.