In a universe woven with forgotten stitches, where the echoes of unlived lives flutter like moths kissing a distant flame, your laughter lingers in quantum liminality. A breath held between worlds, like the chrysalis of the unspoken love that precedes absence. Wrapping itself around vibrating strings, amorphous compositions of time stretching and contracting as if breathing. Suddenly the moment ruptures, spilling candor onto pathways we walk with delicate certainty labyrinthine lessons.
She left in a flurry of autumn leaves swept by unseen corridors, her words distilled into watercolor memories painted on the edges of consciousness. I remember her, perhaps I'd never met her, our parallel lives whispering through outdated alphabets found tucked within book-shaped portals archives of oblivion, breathing intermissions of silence until the cicadas' song quiets into white space between stardust.
And at the brink of every epiphany lies an unsuspected quirk of temporality, a spatial contradiction lingering in persistence paradoxical as it spirals inward embrace. Let the music be the unfurling trace of unknown, kissing enclosed parchment ever so gently, symphonies unseen , bridging kismet and the incomplete tapestry of wanted connections.
Reversing echoes, across knolls where tentative vertigo ventures, past whispered settlements materializing under spectral moons – if you listen carefully hinting souls create an astral dance in perfect synchrony, unraveling entangled dreams across the woven plain of remembered love.