Time itself faltered, as the clock on the wall paused with bated breath, yearning for the moments it had witnessed. In the dim glow of the candlelight, your silhouette danced along the walls like a ghost made of warmth and laughter, erasing the void between us.
My words fell like autumn leaves, slow and inevitable, surrendering to the gentle pull of gravity and fate. Beneath their russet skin was the story of us, unwritten in the stars but etched deep into the marrow of my soul. Do you remember when whispers of the void sang us to sleep?
In each whisper, I heard your voice, soft as rain on a spring morning. "Why do you stand so far?" you would ask, your eyes reflecting constellations known only to the heart. And I'd reach out, fingers outstretched like petals yearning for the first light of dawn, but the distance remained, a siren's song in the echo of silence.
The world beyond these words faded, a distant memory wrapped in velvet shadows. Here, within this luminous cage of words and dreams, we remained. Eternity was a breath away, and the void was filled with whispers only we could hear, a symphony of forgotten moments and unremembered tomorrows.