In the echoes of moonlight's laughter, where shadows weave tales older than the stars, lies a path of unremembered dreams. Did you feel the kiss of the forgotten upon your brow when the veil fell, rich with indecision and perfumed secrets?
Lost in a garden of unanswered whispers, the petals unfurl, and upon their descent, they gather the golden light of the sunrise. Each wayward dance, flickering like a far-off star, reminds us of whose hearts were once incandescent.
Life glimmers softly at the edges, reminding us why we chased the winding roads of fleeting passions. Were they truly past? The truth lingers like citrus on my tongue—eden sprawled in hues of melancholy.
Seek the remnants, the stories left unspoken. Might you wander deeper? How do we cup the ephemeral in our hands, scatter like seeds in the winds of nostalgia?
Surrounding stars disguise themselves as wandering thoughts, spiraling in realms beyond knowing. Contemplate the unknown horizon. Will you throw your heart to the void?
The tapestry of tenuous unfurling lies before you, blanketing every step with shadowed warmth. It begs you—who do you long to become in the vastness ephemeral?