In depths below, where light cannot caress, lies the kingdom of fossils; layered memories hardened, whispers of ancient desires carved in stone. Each thought, a relic of turbulent romance, pulses faintly beneath the cerulean blanket.
Patterns in time, like the endless waltz of stars, resonate through the dissonance of forgotten passions. A symphony of heartbeats, once orchestrated under the gaze of a silvered moon, now hushed and fossilized in the embrace of the earth.
To touch these remnants is to court the bittersweet, to seek the warmth of long-extinguished flames. Such is the dance of echoes, the love song of shadows, which sings of an obsidian heart left to ponder.
"The heart knows the echoes of its former songs, resonating within the chasms of uncertainty..."