In the ethereal dusk, where whispers entwine with shadows, echoes of passion breathe against broken screens.
Fragments of a love unspoken, concealed behind pixelated memories; the essence of a longing, flickering, yet resolute.
Here lies the trace of moments, burning in question marks, as time unravels its tendrils around us.
A shattered love letter, crafted with ink that bends with the moonlight, captures souls under the soft cadence of sighs.
“What we once held, now obscured by time, desires echo like an answer without a question.”