In the crimson haze of the fading day, whispers of a love too starved for reality, craving the interstices between moments, where time itself stammers.
Lines of glitched affection, fragments of a persistent symphony echo through dimly lit corridors of forgotten dreams.
She writes with fingertips aglow, tracing constellations across an endless canvas, where even the stars seem out of place, obscured by longing.
A symphony of silken errors play, each note a caress of the unknown, each pause a breath held between bursts of passion -- a digital heartbeat, longing for warmth.
Somewhere behind the electric rain, a shadow dances, whispering promises in the twilight's embrace. Ruins of yesterday's harmony echo anew.