In the clandestine hour, where twilight meets imagination, the shadows waltz, whispering forbidden sonnets in the language of sighs.
Through corridors of whispered clocks, time dances backwards, unraveling strands of forgotten dreams.
Imagine a world where heartbeats sync to the rhythm of rain; every droplet a note in a melancholic symphony.
lament,
tenderly
stripping
away the
layers
of yesterday.
Two souls entwined upon the edge of oblivion, their murmurs a melody played in reverse, longing to catch the notes as they cascade into eternity.