Love is an echo, wrapping around the edges of disenchantment. A fleeting whisper in the glare of a thousand suns, spilling secrets onto dampened earth, beneath a sky that mirrors the heart's crumpled letter.
What becomes of a heart that yearns to leap through silken curtains, speaks in vibrations, shatters time like brittle glass? Yesterday cradles tomorrow; we are fragments, rounded and raw.
Shall we choose the pathways? Open the doorways where dusk dances with dawn compounded? Chase the beautiful illusions, for storms come wrapped in ribbons of sunlight amidst the chaos.
Can you see it? The shimmering path, ghosting—ever-elusive, where dreams mingle with fears on twisted wires? A tapestry woven by hands of the unknown. Entangle your soul, swirl within the portals!