In the heart of Verona's untouched courtyard linger whispers, muffled by time and teardrops.
Footsteps freeze on crystalline pavements, leaving traces leading nowhere. Breathe gently, and into the void listen; notes of love songs forgotten, echo like a ghost in the dusk.
Each grain of sand, a word etched in saltwater stories, cradled in the arms of the sea. Touch them—
Our words extinguish like stars leaving the edge of dawn, dreams translate into the wind. Wander further: get lost in the moon's sine.
In the embrace of a whisper's silk touch, us—two echoes in the palm of a forgotten god.