In the tender twilight where whispers become melodies, their souls flickered. Silhouetted by the faint touch of a light unseen, they danced on the edges of who they were.
Shadows bent like flames around figures of misty gold, casting eternal sighs into the stillness of mirrored reflections. Each glimpse into this gleam brought forth stardust and soft heartbeats.
"Do you believe in the reflections that speak without words?" she mused, eyes like pools of forgotten summers. His response carried the weight of dreams untold, echoing in the symphony of invisible reflections.