Symphonies Composed in Silence
Beneath the silhouette of that fiery orb, once every decade, we danced on shadows. Alone, yet together, our breaths mingled with the cold night air, crafting silent symphonies that rippled like moonlit waves on an endless ocean.
We were composers and conductors, our hands orchestrating the unseen, as if summoning a grandeur invisible to waking eyes. There was Elara, the note of every touch lingering like the last whisper of a fading dream.
How the stars leaned closer to hear us. A mere audience to our fervor, yet bound to our melodies. Who would have imagined love could be woven into such tapestry with no thread but the moon's silver light?
These were our kingdoms, innocent and guarded.
Your eyes reflected realms unspoken, vast territories where words became soldiers in futile war and blood became poems we dared not write. Here, under the lustrous gaze, the truth was choreography of heartbeats striving to sync with eternity.