In the quiet dance of twilight, her whispers became the stars themselves,
weaving constellations from an ardor unseen. The moon, a voyeur of their secret
rendezvous, cast beams like fingers tracing forgotten touch in ethereal embrace.
Does every heartbeat in the silence conjure her serpentine laughter,
spiraling into the void, where echoes dissolve into fragrant dreams?
Follow the echo to find the unsaid,
where shadows of love lost linger amidst morning glories undisturbed.
Enter the mirage—a realm where every reflection sings,
twisting reality until you believe again.