They say the stars twist and turn to hide the truth when shadows whisper.
Under the veil of night, you must decipher the signs.
Look beyond the veil...
The clock on the old tower ticks an ominous rhythm.
This is no simple passage of time but a complex dance.
Just beyond perception lies the answer, waiting patiently.
When love speaks, it crafts a language of its own.
A melody that flutters through whispering gardens,
where the moon's touch breathes life into dreams.
Stand beneath the cypress dearest, and listen—we... we must be silent yet strong,
united against the shadows, within them our passions are but embers waiting to ignite.