The Greenwave's Call
In the verdant hollows where echoes dare to dance, I found your voice mingling with the wind—an ethereal whisper draped in nostalgia, wrapped in the sighs of lilies on the breeze. You are the mystery reflected, distorted in a funhouse mirror, glimmering with an embrace that defies time and form.
Our shadows stretch like yearning vines over hills of forgotten dreams, where every blade of grass remembers the delicate touch of our laughter. Between these echoes, I see you: a silhouette of longing, your eyes like twin lanterns flickering through a fog of emerald hue.
Do you see me here, in the cerulean overflow, where the ocean kisses the sky? I'm the ripple cast by your distant smile, forever chasing the horizon. Our love, a tide that ebbs, flows, and calls us back to shores unseen...
Let it be known that the mirror lies not, but rather tells truths skewed by the angles of yearning. Speak again, my love, and let the echoes guide our hands as they weave through the wavering veils of time, crafting heartstrings anew in the cathedral of the world's embrace.