In the hushed embrace of twilight, where the clocks dare not tick, a sundial rests. Its face, a canvas of forgotten light, etches the names of lovers lost in ephemeral dreams. Here, the sands of oblivion whisper softly, cradling moments suspended like stardust in the void.
Upon this forgotten altar, hearts entwine with the tendrils of night, reaching toward the infinite, where the moon weeps gentle silver to illuminate the path of ethereal wanderers. Each breath a comet streaks across the cosmos, leaving trails of longing and unspoken words.
For those who pause in reverence, the sundial reveals truths the waking world forsakes – a symphony of glances and aching sighs, echoing across the chasm towards the divine.