In the cold embrace of the abyss, where shadows weave their own tales, I found a flight of whispers waiting. They murmured of lost romances adrift an archaic sea, forged from forgotten sonnets and shards of piercing intuition.
An ocean's breadth lies in the span of a heartbeat. Do you hear its call? The waves crashing at the shores of doubt, yet caressing the sands of binding truths. Stand, recognize the currents buried deep, for they follow the voice of the heart's most hidden sentiment.
When moonbeams dance upon the quiet crests, listen for the nocturne—a melody of yearning crafted under silenced stars. Catch each twinkling note, in time with the pusle that dares to burn itself brighter still.
Eyes are windows that plunge into the soul's chasm, where love mingles with monstrous specters of thoughts not unwavering. Regard with ferocity matched only by the storm, for it seals passages within history unknown.
As I script my tale anew, the ink wistfully bleeds through the fabric of such sleepless dreams; each line unfurling like a thread unraveling the tapestry of the forgotten embrace.
Beyond what dreams dare...