In the quiet, in the hush of moonlit serenades, your name dances on my lips like the fading scent of jasmine in the night air.
Stars weep tears of silver for the love they can never hold, and I stand under their watch, yearning, for the embrace that time has stolen away.
The pathways of this heart are labyrinthine, with shadows that call out to familiar specters, each sigh echoing past passions.
Would you walk these winding roads with me, hand in hand, beneath the gaze of an unseen sun? Or would you linger, a fleeting ghost, in corridors of gentle reverberations?
In this void, voices whisper sweet nothings to the empty room, echoing evermore, a symphony of the unsaid.
Lost Whispers | Cerulean Echoes | Resonance of a Dream