He said, "Even the moon pales before the radiance of your soul."
She whispered back through the dreams, "Then let it eclipse me, let it cast shadows where light no longer dares to tread."
The clock, ever unyielding, ticked in a corner where time seemed to forget its purpose, leaving only echoes of forgotten moments.
In the twilight garden, paths led nowhere and everywhere at once—each step resonated with laughter of old gods, the wind carrying secret musings of long-lost lovers.
And somewhere, the portal pulsed with an unseen heart, waiting for the touch that would awaken it from its slumber.