Beneath the luminescent glow of twilight stars, a gentle whisper treads across your visage.
In each breath, you hear the symphony of distant memories, like molten fragments of sky, descending.
Do you perceive how dreams sculpt this eternal pathway? How passions leave traces like fleeting constellations?
Imagine now a world evocative of softness, where the light refracts embraces through nascent eyes.
Did your shadows once dance in foreign lands? Where passion’s breath sculpted light into tangible euphoria.
Follow the whispers as they thread fragile ribbons through the heart of the velvety eve, reconnecting faded stories.
Pathways normalize whispers into quiet screams, reveals confessions in rivers of teardrops across sandy shores.
Has silence withstood time's delicate grasp, or have you loved as a falcon does—the sky, unforgettably starlit?
Tread upon this blissful reckoning, echo across every mirrored fragment, until the dawn awakens, rapturous.