"I thought I heard the echo of your laughter in the fading sunlight," she said, her voice as soft as the autumn leaves that danced around them. "It lingers like a forgotten melody, sweet yet melancholic."
"Is it wrong to love a shadow?" he questioned, staring into the horizon where the sky kissed the sea, his gaze lost in a dreamscape of their own making.
The wind carried fragments of their whispered dreams, woven into the fabric of dusk. "In another life, we were poets," he murmured, "tracing constellations with our fingertips."
Below the streetlamp's tender glow, she whispered, "Perhaps we were never meant to find each other here, in this ordinary world of ticking clocks and concrete."
Follow the whisper... Chase the shadow... Embrace the quiet...