Among the twilight silhouettes, broken whispers connect bonds woven in stardust and agony. Where every kiss detaches a piece of the cosmos, and longing bubbles in the cauldron of time. Sounds of forgotten hearts quake beneath the decay of twilight, lead lined with sorrow as the void breathes its fervor.
We stood on the edge, daring existence alongside oblivion — fervent murmurs drown in the ocean of what could never be, yet passion blooms eternal. A flame flickering in battle with the dark; embracing fate wrapped in spectral cranes and paper dreams.