"In shadows beneath the glass veil, time melts like whispered promises."

The lace on solitude dances—a partner unchosen; refracted love tales murmur.

"Do the horizons of dreams shift when their touch lingers on unseen glass?"

Emergent thoughts on pebbled shores seem:

• The waltz of fractured moonlight...
• Unheard elegies in crystalline corridors.
• Visions of togetherness slipping like mist.